<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345323" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Man Bitten By Fleas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Peevish Fellow laid his Head <br> On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; <br>But was no sooner warm in Bed, <br> With hopes to rest his Crown, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Animals of slender size, <br> That feast on humane Gore, <br>From secret Ambushes arise, <br> Nor suffer him to snore; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who starts, and scrubs, and frets, and swears, <br> 'Till, finding all in vain, <br>He for Relief employs his Pray'rs <br> In this old Heathen strain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Great Jupiter! thy Thunder send <br> From out the pitchy Clouds, <br>And give these Foes a dreadful End, <br> That lurk in Midnight Shrouds: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or Hercules might with a Blow, <br> If once together brought, <br>This Crew of Monsters overthrow, <br> By which such Harms are wrought. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Strife, ye Gods! is worthy You, <br> Since it our Blood has cost; <br>And scorching Fevers must ensue, <br> When cooling Sleep is lost. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strange Revolutions wou'd abound, <br> Did Men ne'er close their Eyes; <br>Whilst those, who wrought them wou'd be found <br> At length more Mad, than Wise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Passive Obedience must be us'd, <br> If this cannot be Cur'd; <br>But whilst one Flea is slowly bruis'd, <br> Thousands must be endur'd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Confusion, Slav'ry, Death and Wreck <br> Will on the Nation seize, <br>If, whilst you keep your Thunders back, <br> We're massacr'd by Fleas. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why, prithee, shatter-headed Fop, <br> The laughing Gods reply; <br>Hast thou forgot thy Broom, and Mop, <br> And Wormwood growing nigh? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go sweep, and wash, and strew thy Floor, <br> As all good Housewives teach; <br>And do not thus for Thunders roar, <br> To make some fatal Breach: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which You, nor your succeeding Heir, <br> Nor yet a long Descent <br>Shall find out Methods to repair, <br> Tho' Prudence may prevent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Club, and Bolts, a Nation call'd of late, <br>Nor wou'd be eas'd by Engines of less Weight: <br>But whether lighter had not done as well, <br>Let their Great-Grandsons, or their Grandsons tell.</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> <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=345323" data-title="The Man Bitten By Fleas de Anne Kingsmill Finch" data-description="A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes to rest his Crown, But Animals of slender size, That feast on humane Gore, From secret Ambushes arise, Nor suffer him to snore; W..."></div> </div> </div>

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