Jonathan Swift (30 November 1667 – 19 October 1745 / Dublin)
On The Vowels
We are little airy creatures,
All of different voice and features;
One of us in glass is set,
One of us you'll find in jet.
T'other you may see in tin,
And the fourth a box within.
If the fifth you should pursue,
It can never fly from you.
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