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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345306" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Brass-Pot And Stone-Jugg</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A brazen Pot, by scouring vext, <br>With Beef and Pudding still perplext,<br>Resolv'd t' attempt a nobler Life,<br>Urging the Jugg to share the Strife: <br>Brother, quoth he, (Love to endear)<br>Why shou'd We Two continue here,<br>To serve and cook such homely Cheer?<br>Who tho' we move with awkward pace,<br>Your stony Bowels, and my Face,<br>Abroad can't miss of Wealth and Place.<br>Then let us instantly be going,<br>And see what in the World is Doing.<br>The bloated Jugg, supine and lazy,<br>Who made no Wish, but to be easy,<br>Nor, like it's Owner, e'er did think<br>Of ought, but to be fill'd with Drink;<br>Yet something mov'd by this fine Story,<br>And frothing higher with Vain-glory,<br>Reply'd, he never wanted Metal,<br>But had not Sides, like sturdy Kettle,<br>That in a Croud cou'd shove and bustle,<br>And to Preferment bear the Justle;<br>When the first Knock would break His Measures,<br>And stop his Rise to Place and Treasures. <br>Sure (quoth the Pot ) thy Scull is thicker,<br>Than ever was thy muddiest Liquor:<br>Go I not with thee, for thy Guard,<br>To take off Blows, and Dangers ward?<br>And hast thou never heard, that Cully<br>Is borne thro' all by daring Bully?<br>Your self (reply'd the Drink-conveigher) <br>May be my Ruin and Betrayer:<br>A Superiority you boast,<br>And dress the Meat, I but the Toast: <br>Than mine your Constitution's stronger, <br>And in Fatigues can hold out longer;<br>And shou'd one Bang from you be taken,<br>I into Nothing shou'd be shaken.<br>A d'autre cry'd the Pot in scorn,<br>Dost think, there's such a Villain born,<br>That, when he proffers Aid and Shelter,<br>Will rudely fall to Helter-Skelter?<br>No more, but follow to the Road,<br>Where Each now drags his pond'rous Load, <br>And up the Hill were almost clamber'd,<br>When (may it ever be remember'd!) <br>Down rolls the Jugg, and after rattles<br>The most perfidious of all Kettles;<br>At every Molehill gives a Jump,<br>Nor rests, till by obdurate Thump,<br>The Pot of Stone, to shivers broken,<br>Sends each misguided Fool a Token:<br>To show them, by this fatal Test,<br>That Equal Company is best,<br>Where none Oppress, nor are Opprest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a><div class=q>
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With Beef and Pudding still perplext,
Resolv'd t' attempt a nobler Life,
Urging the Jugg to share the Strife: 
Brother, quoth he, (Love to endear)
Why shou'd We Two continue here,
To serve and cook such homely Chee..."></div>
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