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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420365" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fable XLII. The Juggler</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A juggler long through all the town <br>Had raised his fortune and renown; <br>You'd think (so far his art transcends) <br>The devil at his fingers' ends. <br>Vice heard his fame, she read his bill; <br>Convinced of his inferior skill, <br>She sought his booth, and from the crowd <br>Defied the man of art aloud: <br>'Is this, then, he so famed for sleight? <br>Can this slow bungler cheat your sight! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dares he with me dispute the prize? <br>I leave it to impartial eyes.' <br>Provoked, the juggler cried, “tis done. <br>In science I submit to none.' <br>Thus said, the cups and balls he played; <br>By turns, this here, that there, conveyed. <br>The cards, obedient to his words, <br>Are by a fillip turned to birds. <br>His little boxes change the grain: <br>Trick after trick deludes the train. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shakes his bag, he shows all fair; <br>His fingers spreads, and nothing there; <br>Then bids it rain with showers of gold, <br>And now his ivory eggs are told. <br>But when from thence the hen he draws, <br>Amazed spectators hum applause. <br>Vice now stept forth, and took the place <br>With all the forms of his grimace. <br>'This magic looking-glass,' she cries, <br>(There, hand it round) 'will charm your eyes.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each eager eye the sight desired, <br>And every man himself admired. <br>Next to a senator addressing: <br>'See this bank-note; observe the blessing, <br>Breathe on the bill.' Heigh, pass! 'Tis gone. <br>Upon his lips a padlock shone. <br>A second puff the magic broke, <br>The padlock vanished, and he spoke. <br>Twelve bottles ranged upon the board, <br>All full, with heady liquor stored, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By clean conveyance disappear, <br>And now two bloody swords are there. <br>A purse she to a thief exposed, <br>At once his ready fingers closed; <br>He opes his fist, the treasure's fled; <br>He sees a halter in its stead. <br>She bids ambition hold a wand; <br>He grasps a hatchet in his hand. <br>A box of charity she shows, <br>'Blow here;' and a churchwarden blows, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis vanished with conveyance neat, <br>And on the table smokes a treat. <br>She shakes the dice, the boards she knocks, <br>And from all pockets fills her box. <br>She next a meagre rake address'd: <br>'This picture see; her shape, her breast! <br>What youth, and what inviting eyes! <br>Hold her, and have her.' With surprise, <br>His hand exposed a box of pills, <br>And a loud laugh proclaimed his ills. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A counter, in a miser's hand, <br>Grew twenty guineas at command. <br>She bids his heir the sum retain, <br>And 'tis a counter now again. <br>A guinea with her touch you see <br>Take every shape, but charity; <br>And not one thing you saw, or drew, <br>But changed from what was first in view. <br>The juggler now in grief of heart, <br>With this submission owned her art: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Can I such matchless sleight withstand? <br>How practice hath improved your hand! <br>But now and then I cheat the throng; <br>You every day, and all day long.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Gay">John Gay</a><div class=q>
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Had raised his fortune and renown; 
You'd think (so far his art transcends) 
The devil at his fingers' ends. 
Vice heard his fame, she read his bill; 
Convinced of his inferior skill, 
She sought his booth, and..."></div>
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