An English tongue, if refined to a certain standard, might perhaps be fixed forever. — Jonathan Swift
The axe of intemperance has lopped off his green boughs and left him a withered trunk. — Jonathan Swift
Story-telling is subject to two unavoidable defects,–frequent repetition and being soon — Jonathan Swift
Ever eating, never cloying, All-devouring, all-destroying Never finding full repast, Till I — Jonathan Swift