WITH a whirl of thoughts oppressd,
I sunk from reverie to rest.
A horrid vision seized my head,
I saw the graves give up their dead!
Jove, armd with terrors, bursts the skies,
And thunder roars and lightning flies!
Amazed, confused, its fate unknown,
The world stands trembling at his throne!
While each pale sinner hung his head,
Jove, nodding, shook the heavens, and said:
Offending race of human kind,
By nature, reason, learning, blind;
You who, through frailty, steppd aside;
And you, who never fell from pride:
You who in different sects were shammd,
And come to see each other damnd;
(So some folk told you, but they knew
No more of Joves designs than you
The worlds mad business now is oer,
And I resent these pranks no more.
I to such blockheads set my wit!
I damn such fools!Go, go, youre bit.
On The World
written byJonathan Swift
© Jonathan Swift