<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400535" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad of the Anti-Puritan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They spoke of Progress spiring round, <br> Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- <br> It is not true to say I frowned, <br> Or ran about the room and roared; <br> I might have simply sat and snored-- <br> I rose politely in the club <br> And said, `I feel a little bored; <br> Will someone take me to a pub?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The new world's wisest did surround <br> Me; and it pains me to record <br> I did not think their views profound, <br> Or their conclusions well assured; <br> The simple life I can't afford, <br> Besides, I do not like the grub-- <br> I want a mash and sausage, `scored'-- <br> Will someone take me to a pub? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I know where Men can still be found, <br> Anger and clamorous accord, <br> And virtues growing from the ground, <br> And fellowship of beer and board, <br> And song, that is a sturdy cord, <br> And hope, that is a hardy shrub, <br> And goodness, that is God's last word-- <br> Will someone take me to a pub? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Envoi <br> Prince, Bayard would have smashed his sword <br> To see the sort of knights you dub-- <br> Is that the last of them--O Lord <br> Will someone take me to a pub?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gilbert+Keith+Chesterton">Gilbert Keith Chesterton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400535" data-title="The Ballad of the Anti-Puritan de Gilbert Keith Chesterton" data-description="They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, Or ran about the room and roared; I might have simply sat and snored-- I rose politely in the club And said, `I feel a little bored..."></div> </div> </div>

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