A QUIBBLING EPIGRAM. 1730

By Jonathan Swift

The thresher Duckcould o'er the queen prevail,

The proverb says, “no fence against a flail.”

From threshing corn he turns to thresh his brains;

For which her majesty allows him grains:

Though‘ tis confest, that those, who ever saw

His poems, think them all not worth a straw!

Thrice happy Duck, employ'd in threshing stubble,

Thy toil is lessen'd, and thy profits double.