The Thresher Duck, could o'er the Q prevail, <br />The Proverb says; No Fence against a Flayl. <br />From threshing Corn, he turns to thresh his Brains; <br />For which Her My allows him Grains. <br />Though 'tis confess't, that those who ever saw <br />His Poems, think them all not worth a Straw. <br />Thrice happy Duck, employ'd in threshing Stubble! <br />Thy Toil is lessen'd, and thy Profits double.<br /><br />Jonathan Swift<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-stephen-duck-the-thresher-and-favourite-poet-a-quibbl/
