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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348527" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spectator ab Extra</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I sat in the Café I said to myself,<br>They may talk as they please about what they call pelf,<br>They may sneer as they like about eating and drinking,<br>But help it I cannot, I cannot help thinking<br>How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho!<br>How pleasant it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit at my table en grand seigneur,<br>And when I have done, throw a crust to the poor;<br>Not only the pleasure itself of good living,<br>But also the pleasure of now and then giving:<br>So pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho!<br>So pleasant it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They may talk as they please about what they call pelf,<br>And how one ought never to think of one’s self,<br>How pleasures of thought surpass eating and drinking—<br>My pleasure of thought is the pleasure of thinking<br>How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho!<br>How pleasant it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II<br>Le Diner</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come along, ‘tis the time, ten or more minutes past,<br>And he who came first had to wait for the last;<br>The oysters ere this had been in and been out;<br>Whilst I have been sitting and thinking about<br>How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho!<br>How pleasant it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A clear soup with eggs, voilà tout; of the fish<br>The filets de sole are a moderate dish<br>A la Orly, but you’re for the red mullet, you say:<br>By the gods of good fare, who can question today<br>How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho!<br>How pleasant it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After oysters, sauterne; then sherry; champagne,<br>Ere one bottle goes, comes another again;<br>Fly up, thou bold cork, to the ceiling above,<br>And tell to our ears in the sound that they love<br>How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho!<br>How pleasant it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve the simplest of palates; absurd it may be,<br>But I almost could dine on a poulet-au-riz,<br>Fish and soup and omelette and that – but the deuce –<br>There were to be woodcocks, and not Charlotte Russe!<br>So pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho!<br>So pleasant it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your Chablis is acid, away with the Hock,<br>Give me the pure juice of the purple Médoc:<br>St Peray is exquisite; but, if you please,<br>Some Burgundy just before tasting the cheese.<br>So pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho!<br>So pleasant it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As for that, pass the bottle, and d—n the expense,<br>I’ve seen it observed by a writer of sense,<br>That the labouring classes could scarce live a day,<br>If people like us didn’t eat, drink, and pay.<br>So useful it is to have money, heigh-ho!<br>So useful it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One ought to be grateful, I quite apprehend,<br>Having dinner and supper and plenty to spend,<br>And so suppose now, while the things go away,<br>By way of a grace we all stand up and say<br>How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho!<br>How pleasant it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III<br>Parvenant</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot but ask, in the park and the streets<br>When I look at the number of persons one meets,<br>What e’er in the world the poor devils can do<br>Whose fathers and mothers can’t give them a sou.<br>So needful it is to have money, heigh-ho!<br>So needful it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ride, and I drive, and I care not a d—n,<br>The people look up and they ask who I am;<br>And if I should chance to run over a cad,<br>I can pay for the damage, if ever so bad.<br>So useful it is to have money, heigh-ho!<br>So useful it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was but this winter I came up to town,<br>And already I’m gaining a sort of renown;<br>Find my way to good houses without much ado,<br>And beginning to see the nobility too.<br>So useful it is to have money, heigh-ho!<br>So useful it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O dear what a pity they ever should lose it,<br>Sine they are the people that know how to use it;<br>So easy, so stately, such manners, such dinners,<br>And yet, after all, it is we are the winners.<br>So needful it is to have money, heigh-ho!<br>So needful it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s all very well to be handsome and tall,<br>Which certainly makes you look well at a ball;<br>It’s all very well to be clever and witty,<br>But if you are poor, why it’s only a pity.<br>So needful it is to have money, heigh-ho!<br>So needful it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s something undoubtedly in a fine air,<br>To know how to smile and be able to stare,<br>High breeding is something, but well-bred or not,<br>In the end the one question is, what have you got.<br>So needful it is to have money, heigh-ho!<br>So needful it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the angels in pink and the angels in blue,<br>In muslins and moirés so lovely and new,<br>What is it they want, and so wish you to guess,<br>But if you have money, the answer is Yes.<br>So needful, they tell you, is money, heigh-ho!<br>So needful it is to have money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Hugh+Clough">Arthur Hugh Clough</a><div class=q>
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