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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421330" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The London Lackpenny</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To London once my steps I bent,<br>Where truth in no wise should be faint;<br>To Westminster-ward I forthwith went,<br>To a man of Law to make complaint.<br>I said, 'For Mary's love, that holy saint,<br>Pity the poor that would proceed!'<br>But for lack of money, I could not speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, as I thrust the press among,<br>By froward chance my hood was gone;<br>Yet for all that I stayed not long<br>Till to the King's Bench I was come.<br>Before the Judge I kneeled anon<br>And prayed him for God's sake take heed.<br>But for lack of money, I might not speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath them sat clerks a great rout,<br>Which fast did write by one assent;<br>There stood up one and cried about<br>'Richard, Robert, and John of Kent!'<br>I wist not well what this man meant,<br>He cried so thickly there indeed.<br>But he that lacked money might not speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the Common Pleas I yode tho,<br>There sat one with a silken hood:<br>I 'gan him reverence for to do,<br>And told my case as well as I could;<br>How my goods were defrauded me by falsehood;<br>I got not a mum of his mouth for my meed,<br>And for lack of money I might not speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unto the Rolls I gat me from thence,<br>Before the clerks of the Chancery;<br>Where many I found earning of pence;<br>But none at all once regarded me.<br>I gave them my plaint upon my knee;<br>They liked it well when they had it read;<br>But, lacking money, I could not be sped.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Westminster Hall I found out one,<br>Which went in a long gown of ray;<br>I crouched and knelt before him; anon,<br>For Mary's love, for help I him pray.<br>'I wot not what thou mean'st', 'gan he say;<br>To get me thence he did me bid,<br>For lack of money I could not speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within this Hall, neither rich nor yet poor<br>Would do for me aught although I should die;<br>Which seing, I gat me out of the door;<br>Where Flemings began on me for to cry,--<br>'Master, what will you copen or buy?<br>Fine felt hats, or spectacles to read?<br>Lay down your silver, and here you may speed.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Westminster Gate I presently went,<br>When the sun was at high prime;<br>Cooks to me they took good intent,<br>And proffered me bread, with ale and wine,<br>Ribs of beef, both fat and full fine;<br>A faire cloth they 'gan for to spread,<br>But, wanting money, I might not then speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then unto London I did me hie,<br>Of all the land it beareth the prize;<br>'Hot peascodes!' one began to cry;<br>'Strawberries ripe!' and 'Cherries in the rise!'<br>One bade me come near and buy some spice;<br>Pepper and saffrone they 'gan me bede;<br>But, for lack of money, I might not speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then to the Cheap I 'gan me drawn,<br>Where much people I saw for to stand;<br>One offered me velvet, silk, and lawn;<br>Another he taketh me by the hand,<br>'Here is Paris thread, the finest in the land';<br>I never was used to such things indeed;<br>And, wanting money, I might not speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then went I forth by London stone,<br>Throughout all the Canwick Street;<br>Drapers much cloth me offered anon;<br>Then comes me one cried, 'Hot sheep's feet!'<br>One cried, 'Mackarel!' 'Rushes green!' another 'gan greet;<br>One bade me buy a hood to cover my head;<br>But for want of money I might not be sped.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I hied me into East Cheap:<br>One cries 'Ribs of beef and many a pie!'<br>Pewter pots they clattered on a heap;<br>There was harpe, pipe, and minstrelsy:<br>'Yea, by cock!' 'Nay, by cock!' some began cry;<br>Some sung of 'Jenkin and Julian' for their meed;<br>But, for lack of money, I might not speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then into Cornhill anon I yode<br>Where there was much stolen gear among;<br>I saw where hung my owne hood,<br>That I had lost among the throng:<br>To buy my own hood I thought it wrong;<br>I knew it as well as I did my creed;<br>But, for lack of money, I could not speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Taverner took me by the sleeve;<br>'Sir,' saith he, 'will you our wine assay?'<br>I answered, 'That cannot much me grieve;<br>A penny can do no more than it may.'<br>I drank a pint, and for it did pay;<br>Yet, sore a-hungered from thence I yede;<br>And, wanting money, I could not speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then hied I me to Billings-gate,<br>And one cried, 'Ho! go we hence!'<br>I prayed a bargeman, for God's sake,<br>That he would spare me my expense.<br>'Thou 'scap'st not here,' quoth he, 'under twopence;<br>I list not yet bestow any almsdeed.'<br>Thus, lacking money, I could not speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I conveyed me into Kent;<br>For of the law would I meddle no more.<br>Because no man to me took intent,<br>I dight me to do as I did before.<br>Now Jesus that in Bethlehem was bore,<br>Save London and send true lawyers their meed!<br>For whoso wants money with them shall not speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Lydgate">John Lydgate</a><div class=q>
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Where truth in no wise should be faint;
To Westminster-ward I forthwith went,
To a man of Law to make complaint.
I said, 'For Mary's love, that holy saint,
Pity the poor that would proceed!'
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