For the qualities of sheer wit and humor, Swift had no superior, ancient or modern.
This garden has a soul, I know its moods.
Patience and gentleness is power.
The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves.
Night's deepest gloom is but a calm; that soothes the weary mind: The labored days restoring balm; the comfort of mankind.
The only place a new hat can be carried into with safety is a church, for there is plenty of room there.