<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426383" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Ink</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am jet black, as you may see,<br>The son of pitch and gloomy night:<br>Yet all that know me will agree,<br>I'm dead except I live in light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes in panegyric high,<br>Like lofty Pindar, I can soar;<br>And raise a virgin to the sky,<br>Or sink her to a pocky whore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My blood this day is very sweet,<br>To-morrow of a bitter juice;<br>Like milk, 'tis cried about the street,<br>And so applied to different use.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most wondrous is my magic power:<br>For with one colour I can paint;<br>I'll make the devil a saint this hour,<br>Next make a devil of a saint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through distant regions I can fly,<br>Provide me but with paper wings;<br>And fairly show a reason why<br>There should be quarrels among kings:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, after all, you'll think it odd,<br>When learned doctors will dispute,<br>That I should point the word of God,<br>And show where they can best confute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let lawyers bawl and strain their throats:<br>'Tis I that must the lands convey,<br>And strip their clients to their coats;<br>Nay, give their very souls away.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426383" data-title="On Ink de Jonathan Swift" data-description="I am jet black, as you may see, The son of pitch and gloomy night: Yet all that know me will agree, I'm dead except I live in light. Sometimes in panegyric high, Like lofty Pindar, I can soar; And raise a virgin to the sky, Or sink her to a pocky..."></div> </div> </div>

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