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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bec’s Birth-Day Nov. 8, 1726</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This day, dear Bec, is thy nativity;<br>Had Fate a luckier one, she'd give it ye.<br>She chose a thread of greatest length,<br>And doubly twisted it for strength:<br>Nor will be able with her shears<br>To cut it off these forty years.<br>Then who says care will kill a cat?<br>Rebecca shows they're out in that.<br>For she, though overrun with care,<br>Continues healthy, fat, and fair.<br>As, if the gout should seize the head,<br>Doctors pronounce the patient dead;<br>But, if they can, by all their arts,<br>Eject it to the extremest parts,<br>They give the sick man joy, and praise<br>The gout that will prolong his days.<br>Rebecca thus I gladly greet,<br>Who drives her cares to hands and feet:<br>For, though philosophers maintain<br>The limbs are guided by the brain,<br>Quite contrary Rebecca's led;<br>Her hands and feet conduct her head;<br>By arbitrary power convey her,<br>She ne'er considers why or where:<br>Her hands may meddle, feet may wander,<br>Her head is but a mere by-stander:<br>And all her bustling but supplies<br>The part of wholesome exercise.<br>Thus nature has resolved to pay her<br>The cat's nine lives, and eke the care.<br>Long may she live, and help her friends<br>Whene'er it suits her private ends;<br>Domestic business never mind<br>Till coffee has her stomach lined;<br>But, when her breakfast gives her courage,<br>Then think on Stella's chicken porridge:<br>I mean when Tigerhas been served,<br>Or else poor Stella may be starved.<br>May Bec have many an evening nap,<br>With Tiger slabbering in her lap;<br>But always take a special care<br>She does not overset the chair;<br>Still be she curious, never hearken<br>To any speech but Tiger's barking!<br>And when she's in another scene,<br>Stella long dead, but first the Dean,<br>May fortune and her coffee get her<br>Companions that will please her better!<br>Whole afternoons will sit beside her,<br>Nor for neglects or blunders chide her.<br>A goodly set as can be found<br>Of hearty gossips prating round;<br>Fresh from a wedding or a christening,<br>To teach her ears the art of listening,<br>And please her more to hear them tattle,<br>Than the Dean storm, or Stella rattle.<br>Late be her death, one gentle nod,<br>When Hermes, waiting with his rod,<br>Shall to Elysian fields invite her,<br>Where there will be no cares to fright her!</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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Had Fate a luckier one, she'd give it ye.
She chose a thread of greatest length,
And doubly twisted it for strength:
Nor will be able with her shears
To cut it off these forty years.
Then who says care will kil..."></div>
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