Jonathan Swift

(30 November 1667 – 19 October 1745 / Dublin)

On Stephen Duck, The Thresher, And Favourite Poet. A Quibbl - Poem by Jonathan Swift

The Thresher Duck, could o'er the Q prevail,
The Proverb says; No Fence against a Flayl.
From threshing Corn, he turns to thresh his Brains;
For which Her My allows him Grains.
Though 'tis confess't, that those who ever saw
His Poems, think them all not worth a Straw.
Thrice happy Duck, employ'd in threshing Stubble!
Thy Toil is lessen'd, and thy Profits double.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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