All of us in one you'll find, Brethren of a wondrous kind; <br />Yet among us all no brother <br />Knows one tittle of the other; <br />We in frequent councils are, <br />And our marks of things declare, <br />Where, to us unknown, a clerk <br />Sits, and takes them in the dark. <br />He's the register of all <br />In our ken, both great and small; <br />By us forms his laws and rules, <br />He's our master, we his tools; <br />Yet we can with greatest ease <br />Turn and wind him where we please. <br />One of us alone can sleep, <br />Yet no watch the rest will keep, <br />But the moment that he closes, <br />Every brother else reposes. <br />If wine's brought or victuals drest, <br />One enjoys them for the rest. <br />Pierce us all with wounding steel, <br />One for all of us will feel. <br />Though ten thousand cannons roar, <br />Add to them ten thousand more, <br />Yet but one of us is found <br />Who regards the dreadful sound. <br />Do what is not fit to tell, <br />There's but one of us can smell.<br /><br />Jonathan Swift<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-five-senses/
