<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Statesmen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How blest the land that counts among<br>Her sons so many good and wise,<br>To execute great feats of tongue<br>When troubles rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold them mounting every stump<br>Our liberty by speech to guard.<br>Observe their courage:-see them jump<br>And come down hard!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Walk up, walk up!' each cries aloud,<br>'And learn from me what you must do<br>To turn aside the thunder cloud,<br>The earthquake too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Beware the wiles of yonder quack<br>Who stuffs the ears of all that pass.<br>I-I alone can show that black<br>Is white as grass.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They shout through all the day and break<br>The silence of the night as well.<br>They'd make-I wish they'd _go_ and make<br>Of Heaven a Hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A advocates free silver, B<br>Free trade and C free banking laws.<br>Free board, clothes, lodging would from me<br>Win warm applause.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, D lifts up his voice: 'You see<br>The single tax on land would fall<br>On all alike.' More evenly<br>No tax at all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'With paper money' bellows E<br>'We'll all be rich as lords.' No doubt<br>And richest of the lot will be<br>The chap without.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As many 'cures' as addle wits<br>Who know not what the ailment is!<br>Meanwhile the patient foams and spits<br>Like a gin fizz.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas, poor Body Politic,<br>Your fate is all too clearly read:<br>To be not altogether quick,<br>Nor very dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You take your exercise in squirms,<br>Your rest in fainting fits between.<br>'T is plain that your disorder's worms<br>Worms fat and lean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Worm Capital, Worm Labor dwell<br>Within your maw and muscle's scope.<br>Their quarrels make your life a Hell,<br>Your death a hope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God send you find not such an end<br>To ills however sharp and huge!<br>God send you convalesce! God send<br>You vermifuge.</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> <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=342989" data-title="The Statesmen de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue When troubles rise. Behold them mounting every stump Our liberty by speech to guard. Observe their courage:-see them jump And come down hard! '..."></div> </div> </div>

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