The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Verses on I Know Not What

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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.