I never knew a man come to greatness or eminence who lay abed late in the morning. – Jonathan Swift
I must complain the cards are ill shuffled till I have a good hand. – Jonathan Swift

I never knew a man come to greatness or eminence who lay abed late in the morning. – Jonathan Swift
I must complain the cards are ill shuffled till I have a good hand. – Jonathan Swift
He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put into vials hermetically sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw, inclement summers. – Jonathan Swift