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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426353" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dean Swift At Sir Arthur Acheson’s In The North Of Ireland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Dean would visit Market-Hill,<br>Our invitation was but slight;<br>I said—'Why let him, if he will:'<br>And so I bade Sir Arthur write.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>His manners would not let him wait,<br>Lest we should think ourselves neglected,<br>And so we see him at our gate<br>Three days before he was expected,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>After a week, a month, a quarter,<br>And day succeeding after day,<br>Says not a word of his departure,<br>Though not a soul would have him stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I've said enough to make him blush,<br>Methinks, or else the devil's in't;<br>But he cares not for it a rush,<br>Nor for my life will take the hint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But you, my dear, may let him know,<br>In civil language, if he stays,<br>How deep and foul the roads may grow,<br>And that he may command the chaise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Or you may say—'My wife intends,<br>Though I should be exceeding proud,<br>This winter to invite some friends,<br>And, sir, I know you hate a crowd.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Or, 'Mr. Dean—I should with joy<br>Beg you would here continue still,<br>But we must go to Aghnecloy;<br>Or Mr. Moore will take it ill.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The house accounts are daily rising;<br>So much his stay doth swell the bills:<br>My dearest life, it is surprising,<br>How much he eats, how much he swills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>His brace of puppies how they stuff!<br>And they must have three meals a-day,<br>Yet never think they get enough;<br>His horses too eat all our hay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O! if I could, how I would maul<br>His tallow face and wainscot paws,<br>His beetle brows, and eyes of wall,<br>And make him soon give up the cause!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Must I be every moment chid<br>With Skinnybonia, Snipe, and Lean?<br>O! that I could but once be rid<br>Of this insulting tyrant Dean!</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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Our invitation was but slight;
I said—'Why let him, if he will:'
And so I bade Sir Arthur write.


His manners would not let him wait,
Lest we should think ourselves neglected,
And so we see him at our gate
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