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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390876" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Doctor Rabelais</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once -- it was many years ago.<br>In early wedded life,<br>Ere yet my loved one had become<br>A very knowing wife,<br>She came to me and said: 'My dear,<br>I think (and do not you?)<br>That we should have about the house<br>A doctor's book or two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Our little ones have sundry ills<br>Which I should understand<br>And cure myself, if I but had<br>A doctor's book at hand.<br>Why not economize, my dear,<br>In point of doctor's biils<br>By purchasing the means to treat<br>Our litt;e household ills?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear, honest, patient little wife!<br>She did not even guess<br>She offered me the very prize<br>I hankered to possess.<br>'You argus, wisely, wife,' quoth I,<br>'Proceed without delay<br>To find and comprehend the works<br>Of Doctor Rabelais.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wrote the title out for her<br>(She'd never heard the name),<br>And presently she bought those books,<br>And home she lugged the same;<br>I clearly read this taunting boast<br>On her triumphant brow:<br>'Aha, ye venal doctors all,<br>Ye are outwitted now!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those volumes stood upon the shelf<br>A month or two unread,<br>Save as such times by night I conned<br>Their precious wit in bed;<br>But once -- it was a wintry time --<br>I heard my loved one say:<br>'This child is croupy; I'll consult<br>My doctor, Rabelais!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon from her delusive dream<br>My beauteous bride awoke.<br>Too soon she grasped the fulness of<br>My bibliomaniac joke.<br>There came a sudden, shocking change,<br>As you may well suppose,<br>And with her reprehensive voice<br>The temperature arose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But that was many years ago,<br>In early wedded life,<br>And that dear lady has become<br>A very knowing wife;<br>For she hath learned from Rabelais<br>What elsewhere is agreed:<br>The plague of bibliomania is<br>A cureless ill indeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still at night, when all the rest<br>Are hushed in sweet repose,<br>O'er those two interdicted tomes<br>I laugh and nod and doze.<br>From worldly ills and business cares<br>My weary mind is lured,<br>And by that doctor's magic art<br>My ailments all are cured.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So my dear, knowing little wife<br>Is glad that it is so,<br>And with a smile recalls the trick<br>I played her years ago;<br>And whensoe'er dyspeptic pangs<br>Compel me to their sway,<br>The saucy girl bids me consult<br>My Doctor Rabelais!</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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In early wedded life,
Ere yet my loved one had become
A very knowing wife,
She came to me and said: 'My dear,
I think (and do not you?)
That we should have about the house
A doctor's book or two.

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