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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426401" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stella At Wood Park, A House Of Charles Ford, Esq., Near Dublin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don Carlos, in a merry spight,<br>Did Stella to his house invite:<br>He entertain'd her half a year<br>With generous wines and costly cheer.<br>Don Carlos made her chief director,<br>That she might o'er the servants hector.<br>In half a week the dame grew nice,<br>Got all things at the highest price:<br>Now at the table head she sits,<br>Presented with the nicest bits:<br>She look'd on partridges with scorn,<br>Except they tasted of the corn:<br>A haunch of ven'son made her sweat,<br>Unless it had the right fumette.<br>Don Carlos earnestly would beg,<br>'Dear Madam, try this pigeon's leg;'<br>Was happy, when he could prevail<br>To make her only touch a quail.<br>Through candle-light she view'd the wine,<br>To see that ev'ry glass was fine.<br>At last, grown prouder than the devil<br>With feeding high, and treatment civil,<br>Don Carlos now began to find<br>His malice work as he design'd.<br>The winter sky began to frown:<br>Poor Stella must pack off to town;<br>From purling streams and fountains bubbling,<br>To Liffey's stinking tide in Dublin:<br>From wholesome exercise and air<br>To sossing in an easy-chair:<br>From stomach sharp, and hearty feeding,<br>To piddle like a lady breeding:<br>From ruling there the household singly.<br>To be directed here by Dingley:<br>From every day a lordly banquet,<br>To half a joint, and God be thank it:<br>From every meal Pontac in plenty,<br>To half a pint one day in twenty:<br>From Ford attending at her call,<br>To visits of Archdeacon Wall:<br>From Ford, who thinks of nothing mean,<br>To the poor doings of the Dean:<br>From growing richer with good cheer,<br>To running out by starving here.<br>But now arrives the dismal day;<br>She must return to Ormond Quay.<br>The coachman stopt; she look'd, and swore<br>The rascal had mistook the door:<br>At coming in, you saw her stoop;<br>The entry brush'd against her hoop:<br>Each moment rising in her airs,<br>She curst the narrow winding stairs:<br>Began a thousand faults to spy;<br>The ceiling hardly six feet high;<br>The smutty wainscot full of cracks:<br>And half the chairs with broken backs:<br>Her quarter's out at Lady-day;<br>She vows she will no longer stay<br>In lodgings like a poor Grisette,<br>While there are houses to be let.<br>Howe'er, to keep her spirits up,<br>She sent for company to sup:<br>When all the while you might remark,<br>She strove in vain to ape Wood Park.<br>Two bottles call'd for, (half her store,<br>The cupboard could contain but four<br>A supper worthy of herself,<br>Five nothings in five plates of delf.<br>Thus for a week the farce went on;<br>When, all her country savings gone,<br>She fell into her former scene,<br>Small beer, a herring, and the Dean.<br>Thus far in jest: though now, I fear,<br>You think my jesting too severe;<br>But poets, when a hint is new,<br>Regard not whether false or true:<br>Yet raillery gives no offence,<br>Where truth has not the least pretence;<br>Nor can be more securely placed<br>Than on a nymph of Stella's taste.<br>I must confess your wine and vittle<br>I was too hard upon a little:<br>Your table neat, your linen fine;<br>And, though in miniature, you shine:<br>Yet, when you sigh to leave Wood Park,<br>The scene, the welcome, and the spark,<br>To languish in this odious town,<br>And pull your haughty stomach down,<br>We think you quite mistake the case,<br>The virtue lies not in the place:<br>For though my raillery were true,<br>A cottage is Wood Park with you.</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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Did Stella to his house invite:
He entertain'd her half a year
With generous wines and costly cheer.
Don Carlos made her chief director,
That she might o'er the servants hector.
In half a week the dame grew nice,
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