Brutes find out where their talents lie; A bear will not attempt to fly, A foundered horse will oft debate Before he tries a five barred gate. A dog by instinct turns aside Who sees the ditch too deep and wide, But man we find the only creature Who, led by folly, combats nature; Who, when she loudly cries-Forbear! With obstinacy fixes there; And where the genius least inclines, Absurdly bends his whole designs.
Jonathan SwiftA 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 SwiftSatire is a sort of glass wherein beholders do generally discover everybodyโs face but their own; which is the chief reason for that kind reception it meets with in the world, and that so very few are offended with it.
Jonathan Swift