A fig for partridges and quails, ye dainties I know nothing of ye; But on the highest mount in Wales Would choose in peace to drink my coffee.
Jonathan SwiftSuch a man, truly wise, creams off Nature leaving the sour and the dregs for philosophy and reason to lap up.
Jonathan SwiftIf the men of wit and genius would resolve never to complain in their works of critics and detractors, the next age would not know that they ever had any.
Jonathan Swift