On Stephen Duck, the Thresher, and Favourite Poet A Quibbl

By Jonathan Swift

  The Thresher Duck, could o'er the Q {-}{-}{-}{-}{-}{-} prevail,

  The Proverb says; No Fence against a Flayl.

  From threshing Corn, he turns to thresh his Brains;

  For which Her M{-}{-}{-}{-}{-}{-}y allows him Grains.

  Though 'tis confess't, 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.

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Form:

couplets

Composition Date:

1730