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The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume 1 By Jonathan Swift Characters: 987

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Philosophy, as it before us lies,

Seems to have borrow'd some ungrateful taste

Of doubts, impertinence, and niceties,

From every age through which it pass'd,

But always with a stronger relish of the last.

This beauteous queen, by Heaven design'd

To be the great original

For man to dress and polish his uncourtly mind,

In what mock habits have they put her since the fall!

More oft in fools' and madmen's hands than sages',

She seems a medley of all ages,


a huge farthingale to swell her fustian stuff,

A new commode, a topknot, and a ruff,

Her face patch'd o'er with modern pedantry,

With a long sweeping train

Of comments and disputes, ridiculous and vain,

All of old cut with a new dye:

How soon have you restored her charms,

And rid her of her lumber and her books,

Drest her again genteel and neat,

And rather tight than great!

How fond we are to court her to our arms!

How much of heaven is in her naked looks!

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