<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Villion's Ballade Of Good Counsel, To His Friends Of Evil Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, be you pardoner or cheat,<br>Or cogger keen, or mumper shy,<br>You'll burn your fingers at the feat,<br>And howl like other folks that fry.<br>All evil folks that love a lie!<br>And where goes gain that greed amasses,<br>By wile, and trick, and thievery?<br>'Tis all to taverns and to lasses!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rhyme, rail, dance, play the cymbals sweet,<br>With game, and shame, and jollity,<br>Go jigging through the field and street,<br>With MYST'RY and MORALITY;<br>Win gold at GLEEK,--and that will fly,<br>Where all you gain at PASSAGE passes, -<br>And that's? You know as well as I,<br>'Tis all to taverns and to lasses!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, forth from all such filth retreat,<br>Go delve and ditch, in wet or dry,<br>Turn groom, give horse and mule their meat,<br>If you've no clerkly skill to ply;<br>You'll gain enough, with husbandry,<br>But--sow hempseed and such wild grasses,<br>And where goes all you take thereby? -<br>'Tis all to taverns and to lasses!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ENVOY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your clothes, your hose, your broidery,<br>Your linen that the snow surpasses,<br>Or ere they're worn, off, off they fly,<br>'Tis all to taverns and to lasses!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</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=344309" data-title="Villion's Ballade Of Good Counsel, To His Friends Of Evil Life de Andrew Lang" data-description="Nay, be you pardoner or cheat, Or cogger keen, or mumper shy, You'll burn your fingers at the feat, And howl like other folks that fry. All evil folks that love a lie! And where goes gain that greed amasses, By wile, and trick, and thievery? 'Tis ..."></div> </div> </div>

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