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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415146" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Complaint Of New Amsterdam</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm a grandchild of the Gods <br>Who on th' Amstel have abodes; <br>Whence their orders forth are sent <br>Swift for aid and punishment. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, of Amsterdam, was born, <br>Early of her breasts forlorn; <br>From her care so quickly weaned <br>Oft have I my fate bemoaned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From my youth up left alone, <br>Naught save hardship have I known; <br>Dangers have beset my way <br>From the first I saw the day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think you that a cause for marvel ? <br>This will then the thread unravel, <br>And the circumstances trace, <br>Which upon my birth took place. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would you ask for my descent? <br>Long the time was it I spent <br>In the loins of warlike Mars. <br>'T seems my mother, seized with fears, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prematurely brought me forth. <br>But I now am very. loth <br>To inform how this befol; <br>Though 'twas thus, I know full well. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bacchus, too,-it is no dream, <br>First beheld the daylight's beam <br>From the thigh of Jupiter. <br>But my reasons go too far. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My own matter must I say, <br>And not loiter by the way, <br>Yen though Bacchus oft has proven <br>Friend to ine in my misfortune. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the mid-wife who received me, <br>Was Bellona; in suspense, she <br>Long did sit in trembling fear, <br>For the travail was severe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the moment I was born, <br>Indian neighbors made me mourn. <br>They pursued me night and day, <br>While my mother kept away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But my sponsors did supply <br>Better my necessity; <br>They sustained my feeble life; <br>They procured a bounteous wife </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As my nurse, who did not spare <br>To my lips her paps to bare. <br>This was Ceres; freely she <br>Rendered what has nurtured me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her most dearly will I prize; <br>She has made my horns to rise; <br>Trained my growth through tender years, <br>'Midst my burdens and my cares. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">True, both simple 'twas and scant, <br>What I had to feed my want. <br>Oft 't was nought except Supawn <br>And the flesh of buck or fawn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I thus began to grow, <br>No more care did they bestow. <br>Yet my breasts are full and neat, <br>And my hips are firmly set. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Neptune shows me his good will; <br>Merc'ry, quick, exerts his skill <br>Me t'adorn with silk and gold; <br>Whence I'm sought by suitors bold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stricken by my cheek's fresh bloom, <br>By my beauteous youthful form, <br>They attempt to seize the treasure <br>To enjoy their wanton pleasure. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They, my orchards too, would plunder. <br>Truly 'tis a special wonder, <br>That a maid, with such a portion, <br>Does not suffer more misfortune </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, I venture to proclaim, <br>No one can a maiden name, <br>Who with richer land is blessed <br>Than th' estate by me possessed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">See! two streams my garden bind, <br>From the East and North they wind, <br>Rivers pouring in the sea, <br>Rich in fish, beyond degree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Milk and butter; fruits to eat <br>No one can enumerate; <br>Ev'ry vegetable known; <br>Grain tbc best that e'er was grown. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the blessings man e'er knew, <br>Here does our Great Giver strew, <br>(And a climate;ne'er more pure) <br>But for me,-yet immature, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fraught with danger; for the Swine <br>Trample down these crops of mine; <br>Up-root, too, my choicest land; <br>Still and dumb, the while, I stand, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the hope, my mother's arm <br>Will protect me from the harm. <br>She can succour my distress. <br>Now my wish, my sole request, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is for men to till my land; <br>So I'll not in silence stand. <br>I have lab'rors almost none; <br>Let my household large become; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll my mother's kitchen furnish <br>With my knicknacks, with my surplus; <br>With tobacco, furs and grain; <br>So that Prussia she'll disdain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jacob+Steendam">Jacob Steendam</a><div class=q>
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Who on th' Amstel have abodes; 
Whence their orders forth are sent 
Swift for aid and punishment. 

I, of Amsterdam, was born, 
Early of her breasts forlorn; 
From her care so quickly weaned 
Oft have I my fate bemoan..."></div>
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