Monday, March 23, 2015

Jonathan Swift's best poetry

From Swift's "On Poetry, a Rhapsody"

So, naturalists observe, a flea
  Hath smaller fleas that on him prey;
  And these have smaller still to bite 'em;
  And so proceed ad infinitum.
  Thus every poet, in his kind,
  Is bit by him that comes behind.


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