English poem
Verses On I Know Not What
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.
More by Jonathan Swift
- Verses Made For Fruit-Women
- Verses Occasioned By The Foregoing Presents
- Verses Occasioned By Whitshed's [1] Motto On His Coach.
- Verses On Blenheim[1]
- Verses on the Death of Doctor Swift
- Verses On The Revival Of The Order Of The Bath,[1]
- Verses On The Sudden Drying Up Of St. Patrick's Well Near Trinity College, Dublin.
- Verses On The Upright Judge, Who Condemned The Drapier's Printer