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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421665" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Careless Good Fellow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 A pox of this fooling, and plotting of late,<br>2 What a pother, and stir has it kept in the state?<br>3 Let the rabble run mad with suspicions, and fears,<br>4 Let them scuffle, and jar, till they go by the ears:<br>5 Their grievances never shall trouble my pate,<br>6 So I can enjoy my dear bottle at quiet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7 What coxcombs were those, who would barter their ease<br>8 And their necks for a toy, a thin wafer and mass?<br>9 At old Tyburn they never had needed to swing,<br>10 Had they been but true subjects to drink, and their king;<br>11 A friend, and a bottle is all my design;<br>12 He has no room for treason, that's top-full of wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 I mind not the members and makers of laws,<br>14 Let them sit or prorogue, as his majesty please:<br>15 Let them damn us to woollen, I'll never repine<br>16 At my lodging, when dead, so alive I have wine:<br>17 Yet oft in my drink I can hardly forbear<br>18 To curse them for making my claret so dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">19 I mind not grave asses, who idly debate<br>20 About right and succession, the trifles of state;<br>21 We've a good king already: and he deserves laughter<br>22 That will trouble his head with who shall come after:<br>23 Come, here's to his health, and I wish he may be<br>24 As free from all care, and all trouble, as we.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 What care I how leagues with the Hollander go?<br>26 Or intrigues betwixt Sidney, and Monsieur D'Avaux?<br>27 What concerns it my drinking, if Cassel be sold,<br>28 If the conqueror take it by storming, or gold?<br>29 Good Bordeaux alone is the place that I mind,<br>30 And when the fleet's coming, I pray for a wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">31 The bully of France, that aspires to renown<br>32 By dull cutting of throats, and vent'ring his own;<br>33 Let him fight and be damn'd, and make matches and treat,<br>34 To afford the news-mongers, and coffee-house chat:<br>35 He's but a brave wretch, while I am more free,<br>36 More safe, and a thousand times happier than he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">37 Come he, or the Pope, or the Devil to boot,<br>38 Or come faggot, and stake; I care not a groat;<br>39 Never think that in Smithfield I porters will heat:<br>40 No, I swear, Mr. Fox, pray excuse me for that.<br>41 I'll drink in defiance of gibbet, and halter,<br>42 This is the profession, that never will alter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Oldham">John Oldham</a><div class=q>
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