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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342823" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Defense</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You may say, if you please, Johnny Bull, that our girls<br>Are crazy to marry your dukes and your earls;<br>But I've heard that the maids of your own little isle<br>Greet bachelor lords with a favoring smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, titles, 'tis said in defense of our fair,<br>Are popular here because popular there;<br>And for them our ladies persistently go<br>Because 'tis exceedingly English, you know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whatever the motive, you'll have to confess<br>The effort's attended with easy success;<br>And-pardon the freedom-'tis thought, over here,<br>'Tis mortification you mask with a sneer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's all very well, sir, your scorn to parade<br>Of the high nasal twang of the Yankee maid,<br>But, ah, to my lord when he dares to propose<br>No sound is so sweet as that 'Yes' from the nose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our ladies, we grant, walk alone in the street<br>(Observe, by-the-by, on what delicate feet!)<br>'Tis a habit they got here at home, where they say<br>The men from politeness go seldom astray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, well, if the dukes and the earls and that lot<br>Can stand it (God succor them if they cannot!)<br>Your commoners ought to assent, I am sure,<br>And what they 're not called on to suffer, endure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Tis nothing but money?' 'Your nobles are bought?'<br>As to that, I submit, it is commonly thought<br>That England's a country not specially free<br>Of Croesi and (if you'll allow it) Croesae.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You've many a widow and many a girl<br>With money to purchase a duke or an earl.<br>'Tis a very remarkable thing, you'll agree,<br>When goods import buyers from over the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas for the woman of Albion's isle!<br>She may simper; as well as she can she may smile;<br>She may wear pantalettes and an air of repose<br>But my lord of the future will talk through his nose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q>
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