Jonathan Swift

This day (the year I dare not tell) Apollo play'd the midwife's part;
Into the world Corinna fell, And he endued her with his art
But Cupid with a Satyr comes; Both softly to the cradle creep;
Both stroke her hands, and rub her gums...

IR,  Pray discruciate what follows
The dullest beast, and gentleman's liquor,
When young is often due to the vicar,[1]The dullest of beasts, and swine's delight,
Make up a bird very swift of flight

Daphne knows, with equal ease,
How to vex, and how to please;
But the folly of her
Makes her sole delight to vex

When on my bosom thy bright eyes, Florinda, dart their heavenly beams,
I feel not the least love surprise, Yet endless tears flow down in streams;
There's nought so beautiful in thee, But you may find the same in me
The lilies of th...

Gently stir and blow the fire,
Lay the mutton down to roast,
Dress it quickly,
I desire,

Ever eating, never cloying,
All-devouring, all-destroying,
Never finding full repast,
Till I eat the world at last

Dingley and Brent,      Wherever they went,
Ne'er minded a word that was spoken;      Whatever was said,      They ne'er troubled their head,
But laugh'd at their own silly joking
Should Solomon wise      In majesty rise,