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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116451" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Address Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her Benefit Night, December 4th, 1793, at the Theatre, Dumfries</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still anxious to secure your partial favour,<br> And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever,<br> A Prologue, Epilogue, or some such matter,<br> 'Twould vamp my bill, said I, if nothing better;<br> So sought a poet, roosted near the skies,<br> Told him I came to feast my curious eyes;<br> Said, nothing like his works was ever printed;<br> And last, my prologue-business slily hinted.<br> "Ma'am, let me tell you," quoth my man of rhymes,<br> "I know your bent-these are no laughing times:<br> Can you-but, Miss, I own I have my fears-<br> Dissolve in pause, and sentimental tears;<br> With laden sighs, and solemn-rounded sentence,<br> Rouse from his sluggish slumbers, fell Repentance;<br> Paint Vengeance as he takes his horrid stand,<br> Waving on high the desolating brand,<br> Calling the storms to bear him o'er a guilty land?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I could no more-askance the creature eyeing,<br> "D'ye think," said I, "this face was made for crying?<br> I'll laugh, that's poz-nay more, the world shall know it;<br> And so, your servant! gloomy Master Poet!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Firm as my creed, Sirs, 'tis my fix'd belief,<br> That Misery's another word for Grief:<br> I also think-so may I be a bride!<br> That so much laughter, so much life enjoy'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thou man of crazy care and ceaseless sigh,<br> Still under bleak Misfortune's blasting eye;<br> Doom'd to that sorest task of man alive-<br> To make three guineas do the work of five:<br> Laugh in Misfortune's face-the beldam witch!<br> Say, you'll be merry, tho' you can't be rich.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thou other man of care, the wretch in love,<br> Who long with jiltish airs and arts hast strove;<br> Who, as the boughs all temptingly project,<br> Measur'st in desperate thought-a rope-thy neck-<br> Or, where the beetling cliff o'erhangs the deep,<br> Peerest to meditate the healing leap:<br> Would'st thou be cur'd, thou silly, moping elf?<br> Laugh at her follies-laugh e'en at thyself:<br> Learn to despise those frowns now so terrific,<br> And love a kinder-that's your grand specific.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To sum up all, be merry, I advise;<br> And as we're merry, may we still be wise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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