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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384675" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Same Old Strain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each day that I live I am persuaded anew,<br>A maxim I long have believed in, is true.<br>Each day I grow firmer in this, my belief,<br>Strong drink causes half the world's trouble and grief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do I take up a paper, I read of a fight,<br>Tom's fist in his eye deprived Jamie of sight;<br>Both fellows were drinking before it began,<br>And drink made a brute of a peaceable man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next, Jones kills his wife, such an awful affair!<br>She was throttled, and pounded, and drawn by the hair;<br>Cause-'Jones had been drinking-not in his sane mind.'<br>(Few men <br>are<br>who tip up the bottle, I find.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then, a man is assaulted and dirked in the dark<br>By two 'jolly boys' who are out on a 'lark;'<br>They have ever been peaceable boys-but, you see,<br>They drank, and 'were hardly themselves' on this spree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Just over the street lives the man who is known<br>To be honest and kind, when he lets drink alone;<br>But whenever he quaffs from the full, flowing bowl,<br>He is more like a beast than a man with a soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Next door lives the husband who frets at his wife;<br>With his temper and spleen, she's no peace of her life.<br>Well I know-do you? he muddles his head<br>Every night with hot toddy, ere going to bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'We temperance croakers harp on the same strain?'<br>Well-the cause is one story again and again;<br>Fights-tragedy-troubles-all stirred up by drink,<br>Good reason we have to keep <br>harping<br>, I think.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We harp to these words; strong drink drives the knife<br>To the heart of a friend, and deprives him of life;<br>It turns sober boys into rowdies and knaves-<br>It steals from the household to fill up the graves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Who loves it the most first falls by its art;<br>It first wins its victim-then strikes to the heart.<br>But one thing is certain-it never was known<br>To do a man harm if he let it alone.</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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A maxim I long have believed in, is true.
Each day I grow firmer in this, my belief,
Strong drink causes half the world's trouble and grief.

Do I take up a paper, I read of a fight,
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