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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384523" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Origin Of The Liquor Dealer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The devil in hell gave a festival,<br>And he called his imps from their wine-<br>Called them up from the ruddy cup,<br>And marshalled them into line.<br>And each to his place sprang the imps apace,<br>And they stood there, side by side.<br>'Now, listen well, O ye hosts of hell!<br>And mark me,' the devil cried.<br>'There is work to do for all of you,<br>Held for this night in store.<br>Then stir up the fire, till it burneth higher<br>Than ever it burned before.<br>When the coals glow hot, set ye the pot<br>Half full of the best brimstone.<br>And three of the worst and the most accursed<br>Hell claimeth as its own<br>Of demons bring, when the pot shall sing,<br>And cast them into the boil.'<br>Then over the region scattered the legion<br>Away to the fiendish toil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>They work with a will, and they work until<br>Three imps are aboil in the pot;<br>And the devil stands, and stirs with his hands<br>The liquid, seething hot;<br>And the demons revel around the devil<br>With many a fiendish shout,<br>Till he cries 'Ho, ho!' and the demons go<br>And turn the liquid out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Turn it in, to a lake of gin,<br>Where the devil bathes, to cool.<br>Then lift it up, and turn on a cup<br>Of wine they dip from a pool.<br>Then they dip it in ale, till it turneth pale,<br>In beer, till it gloweth red.<br>It? nay, HE! for the thing they see<br>Is a man, from heel to head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And he clasps the hands of the devil who stands<br>Bowing before his face.<br>And he says, 'Dear friend, will you please to send<br>A lad to show me my place?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And the devil winks sly: and he says, 'Ay, ay!'<br>Old fellow, I guess you'll do.<br>You can work more wrong with that oily tongue<br>Than all my malicious crew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'You must go to the earth! In th' halls of mirth,<br>In the teeming city's heart-<br>In any place that you show your face<br>I will help you do your part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I will give you a name-it is steeped in shame,<br>But the world will use you well.<br>It is 'Liquor Dealer.' It means <br>soul stealer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Major-General of Hell.<br>Go forth, my friend, and work to the end,<br>I will pay you in gleaming gold;<br>For every soul you drown in the bowl,<br>I will give you wealth untold.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then forth he went, this fiend hell-sent,<br>And he doeth his work to-day-<br>Doeth it well; and the hosts of hell<br>Are singing his praise alway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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And he called his imps from their wine-
Called them up from the ruddy cup,
And marshalled them into line.
And each to his place sprang the imps apace,
And they stood there, side by side.
'Now, listen well, O ye h..."></div>
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