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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Apple-Pie and Cheese</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full many a sinful notion<br> Conceived of foreign powers<br>Has come across the ocean<br> To harm this land of ours;<br>And heresies called fashions<br> Have modesty effaced,<br>And baleful, morbid passions<br> Corrupt our native taste.<br>O tempora! O mores!<br> What profanations these<br>That seek to dim the glories<br> Of apple-pie and cheese!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm glad my education<br> Enables me to stand<br>Against the vile temptation<br> Held out on every hand;<br>Eschewing all the tittles<br> With vanity replete,<br>I'm loyal to the victuals<br> Our grandsires used to eat!<br>I'm glad I've got three willing boys<br> To hang around and tease<br>Their mother for the filling joys<br> Of apple-pie and cheese!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your flavored creams and ices<br> And your dainty angel-food<br>Are mighty fine devices<br> To regale the dainty dude;<br>Your terrapin and oysters,<br> With wine to wash 'em down,<br>Are just the thing for roisters<br> When painting of the town;<br>No flippant, sugared notion<br> Shall my appetite appease,<br>Or bate my soul's devotion<br> To apple-pie and cheese!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pie my Julia makes me<br> (God bless her Yankee ways!)<br>On memory's pinions takes me<br> To dear Green Mountain days;<br>And seems like I see Mother<br> Lean on the window-sill,<br>A-handin' me and brother<br> What she knows 'll keep us still;<br>And these feelings are so grateful,<br> Says I, &quot;Julia, if you please,<br>I'll take another plateful<br> Of that apple-pie and cheese!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And cheese! No alien it, sir,<br> That's brought across the sea,--<br>No Dutch antique, nor Switzer,<br> Nor glutinous de Brie;<br>There's nothing I abhor so<br> As mawmets of this ilk--<br>Give me the harmless morceau<br> That's made of true-blue milk!<br>No matter what conditions<br> Dyspeptic come to feaze,<br>The best of all physicians<br> Is apple-pie and cheese!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though ribalds may decry 'em,<br> For these twin boons we stand,<br>Partaking thrice per diem<br> Of their fulness out of hand;<br>No enervating fashion<br> Shall cheat us of our right<br>To gratify our passion<br> With a mouthful at a bite!<br>We'll cut it square or bias,<br> Or any way we please,<br>And faith shall justify us<br> When we carve our pie and cheese!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">De gustibus, 't is stated,<br> Non disputandum est.<br>Which meaneth, when translated,<br> That all is for the best.<br>So let the foolish choose 'em<br> The vapid sweets of sin,<br>I will not disabuse 'em<br> Of the heresy they're in;<br>But I, when I undress me<br> Each night, upon my knees<br>Will ask the Lord to bless me<br> With apple-pie and cheese!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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 Conceived of foreign powers
Has come across the ocean
 To harm this land of ours;
And heresies called fashions
 Have modesty effaced,
And baleful, morbid passions
 Corrupt our native taste.
O tempora! O mores!
 What prof..."></div>
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