Jonathan Swift

Jonathan Swift (30 November 1667 – 19 October 1745) was an Anglo-Irish satirist, essayist, political pamphleteer (first for the Whigs, then for the Tories), poet and cleric who became Dean of St Patrick's Cathedral, Dublin.

He is remembered for works such as Gulliver's Travels, A Modest Proposal, A Journal to Stella, Drapier's Letters, The Battle of the Books, An Argument Against Abolishing Christianity, and A Tale of a Tub. Swift is probably the foremost prose satirist in the English language, and is less well known for his poetry. Swift originally published all of his works under pseudonyms – such as Lemuel Gulliver, Isaac Bickerstaff, MB Drapier – or anonymously. He is also known for being a master of two styles of satire: the Horatian and Juvenalian styles.

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    The best doctors in the world are Doctor Diet, Doctor Quiet, and Doctor Merryman.
    Jonathan Swift (1667–1745)

    He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put into vials hermetically sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw, inclement summers.
    Jonathan Swift (1667–1745)

    For poetry, he’s past his prime,
    He takes an hour to find a rhyme;
    His fire is out, his wit decayed,
    His fancy sunk, his muse a jade.
    I’d have him throw away his pen,
    But there’s no talking to some men.
    Jonathan Swift (1667–1745)

    And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.
    Jonathan Swift (1667–1745)

    Duns at his lordship’s gate began to meet;
    And brickdust Moll had screamed through half the street.
    The turnkey now his flock returning sees,
    Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees:
    The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands,
    And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands.
    Jonathan Swift (1667–1745)