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The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume 1 By Jonathan Swift Characters: 942

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The wily shafts of state, those jugglers' tricks,

Which we call deep designs and politics,

(As in a theatre the ignorant fry,

Because the cords escape their eye,

Wonder to see the motions fly,)

Methinks, when you expose the scene,

Down the ill-organ'd engines fall;

Off fly the vizards, and discover all:

How plain I see through the deceit!

How shallow, and how gross, the cheat!

Look where the pulley's tied above!

Great God! (said I) wh

at have I seen!

On what poor engines move

The thoughts of monarchs and designs of states!

What petty motives rule their fates!

How the mouse makes the mighty mountains shake!

The mighty mountain labours with its birth,

Away the frighten'd peasants fly,

Scared at the unheard-of prodigy,

Expect some great gigantic son of earth;

Lo! it appears!

See how they tremble! how they quake!

Out starts the little beast, and mocks their idle fears.

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