Jonathan Swift

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,

At Market-Hill, as well appears By chronicle of ancient date,
There stood for many hundred years A spacious thorn before the gate
Hither came every village maid, And on the boughs her garland hung,
And here, beneath the spreading sh...

Here lies the Earl of Suffolk's fool,  Men call'd him Dicky Pearce;
His folly served to make folks laugh,  When wit and mirth were scarce
Poor Dick, alas
is dead and gone,  What signifies to cry

The Farmer's Goose, who in the Stubble,
Has fed without Restraint, or Trouble;
Grown fat with Corn and Sitting still,
Can scarce get o'er the Barn-Door Sill:

HE shepherds and the nymphs were
Pleading before the Cyprian Queen
The counsel for the fair
Accusing the false creature, man

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...

Death went upon a solemn
At Pluto's hall his court to pay;
The phantom having humbly
His grisly monarch's sooty fist,