<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343010" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tidings Of Good</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Nick from his place of last resort<br>Came up and looked the world over.<br>He saw how the grass of the good was short<br>And the wicked lived in clover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he gravely said: 'This is all, all wrong,<br>And never by me intended.<br>If to me the power should ever belong<br>I shall have this thing amended.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looked so solemn and good and wise<br>As he made this observation<br>That the men who heard him believed their eyes<br>Instead of his reputation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they bruited the matter about, and each<br>Reported the words as nearly<br>As memory served-with additional speech<br>To bring out the meaning clearly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The consequence was that none understood,<br>And the wildest rumors started<br>Of something intended to help the good<br>And injure the evil-hearted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Robert Morrow was seen to smile<br>With a bright and lively joyance.<br>'A man,' said he, 'that is free from guile<br>Will now be free from annoyance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The Featherstones doubtless will now increase<br>And multiply like the rabbits,<br>While jailers, deputy sheriffs, police,<br>And writers will form good habits.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The widows more easily robbed will be,<br>And no juror will ever heed 'em,<br>But open his purse to my eloquent plea<br>For security, gain, or freedom.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Benson heard of the luck of the good<br>(He was eating his dinner) he muttered:<br>'It cannot help _me_, for 'tis understood<br>My bread is already buttered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My plats of surveys are all false, they say,<br>But that cannot greatly matter<br>To me, for I'll tell the jurors that they<br>May lick, if they please, my platter.'</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=343010" data-title="Tidings Of Good de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="Old Nick from his place of last resort Came up and looked the world over. He saw how the grass of the good was short And the wicked lived in clover. And he gravely said: 'This is all, all wrong, And never by me intended. If to me the power should..."></div> </div> </div>

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