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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426339" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Receipt To Restore Stella’s Youth. 1724-5</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Scottish hinds, too poor to house<br>In frosty nights their starving cows,<br>While not a blade of grass or hay<br>Appears from Michaelmas to May,<br>Must let their cattle range in vain<br>For food along the barren plain:<br>Meagre and lank with fasting grown,<br>And nothing left but skin and bone;<br>Exposed to want, and wind, and weather,<br>They just keep life and soul together,<br>Till summer showers and evening's dew<br>Again the verdant glebe renew;<br>And, as the vegetables rise,<br>The famish'd cow her want supplies;<br>Without an ounce of last year's flesh;<br>Whate'er she gains is young and fresh;<br>Grows plump and round, and full of mettle,<br>As rising from Medea's kettle.<br>With youth and beauty to enchant<br>Europa's counterfeit gallant.<br>Why, Stella, should you knit your brow,<br>If I compare you to a cow?<br>'Tis just the case; for you have fasted<br>So long, till all your flesh is wasted;<br>And must against the warmer days<br>Be sent to Quilca down to graze;<br>Where mirth, and exercise, and air,<br>Will soon your appetite repair:<br>The nutriment will from within,<br>Round all your body, plump your skin;<br>Will agitate the lazy flood,<br>And fill your veins with sprightly blood.<br>Nor flesh nor blood will be the same<br>Nor aught of Stella but the name:<br>For what was ever understood,<br>By human kind, but flesh and blood?<br>And if your flesh and blood be new,<br>You'll be no more the former you;<br>But for a blooming nymph will pass,<br>Just fifteen, coming summer's grass,<br>Your jetty locks with garlands crown'd:<br>While all the squires for nine miles round,<br>Attended by a brace of curs,<br>With jockey boots and silver spurs,<br>No less than justices o' quorum,<br>Their cow-boys bearing cloaks before 'em,<br>Shall leave deciding broken pates,<br>To kiss your steps at Quilca gates.<br>But, lest you should my skill disgrace,<br>Come back before you're out of case;<br>For if to Michaelmas you stay,<br>The new-born flesh will melt away;<br>The 'squires in scorn will fly the house<br>For better game, and look for grouse;<br>But here, before the frost can mar it,<br>We'll make it firm with beef and claret.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Swift">Jonathan Swift</a><div class=q>
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In frosty nights their starving cows,
While not a blade of grass or hay
Appears from Michaelmas to May,
Must let their cattle range in vain
For food along the barren plain:
Meagre and lank with fasting grown,
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