<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117816" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Ballade of Theatricals</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though all the critics' canons grow--<br>Far seedier than the actors' own--<br>Although the cottage-door's too low--<br>Although the fairy's twenty stone--<br>Although, just like the telephone,<br>She comes by wire and not by wings,<br>Though all the mechanism's known--<br>Believe me, there are real things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, real people--even so--<br>Even in a theatre, truth is known,<br>Though the agnostic will not know,<br>And though the gnostic will not own,<br>There is a thing called skin and bone,<br>And many a man that struts and sings<br>Has been as stony-broke as stone . . .<br>Believe me, there are real things</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is an hour when all men go;<br>An hour when man is all alone.<br>When idle minstrels in a row<br>Went down with all the bugles blown--<br>When brass and hymn and drum went down,<br>Down in death's throat with thunderings--<br>Ah, though the unreal things have grown,<br>Believe me, there are real things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> ENVOY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prince, though your hair is not your own<br>And half your face held on by strings,<br>And if you sat, you'd smash your throne--<br>--Believe me, there are real things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=G.K.+Chesterton">G.K. Chesterton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117816" data-title="A Ballade of Theatricals de G.K. Chesterton" data-description="Though all the critics' canons grow--/Far seedier than the actors' own--/Although the cottage-door's too low--/Although the fairy's twenty stone--/Although, just like the telephone,/She comes by wire and not by wings,/Though all the mechanism's kn..."></div> </div> </div>

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