|Verses on I Know Not What|
by Jonathan Swift  /  poetry  /  23 Nov 2007
My latest tribute here I send,
With this let your collection end.
Thus I consign you down to fame
A character to praise or blame:
And if the whole may pass for true,
Contented rest, you have your due.
Give future time the satisfaction,
To leave one handle for detraction.
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