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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426414" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fagot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Observe the dying father speak:<br>Try, lads, can you this bundle break?<br>Then bids the youngest of the six<br>Take up a well-bound heap of sticks.<br>They thought it was an old man's maggot;<br>And strove, by turns, to break the fagot:<br>In vain: the complicated wands<br>Were much too strong for all their hands.<br>See, said the sire, how soon 'tis done:<br>Then took and broke them one by one.<br>So strong you'll be, in friendship ty'd;<br>So quickly broke, if you divide.<br>Keep close then, boys, and never quarrel:<br>Here ends the fable, and the moral.<br>This tale may be applied in few words,<br>To treasurers, comptrollers, stewards;<br>And others, who, in solemn sort,<br>Appear with slender wands at court;<br>Not firmly join'd to keep their ground,<br>But lashing one another round:<br>While wise men think they ought to fight<br>With quarterstaffs instead of white;<br>Or constable, with staff of peace,<br>Should come and make the clatt'ring cease;<br>Which now disturbs the queen and court,<br>And gives the Whigs and rabble sport.<br>In history we never found<br>The consul's fasces were unbound:<br>Those Romans were too wise to think on't,<br>Except to lash some grand delinquent,<br>How would they blush to hear it said,<br>The praetor broke the consul's head!<br>Or consul in his purple gown,<br>Came up and knock'd the praetor down!<br>Come, courtiers: every man his stick!<br>Lord treasurer, for once be quick:<br>And that they may the closer cling,<br>Take your blue ribbon for a string.<br>Come, trimming Harcourt, bring your mace;<br>And squeeze it in, or quit your place:<br>Dispatch, or else that rascal Northey<br>Will undertake to do it for thee:<br>And be assured, the court will find him<br>Prepared to leap o'er sticks, or bind them.<br>To make the bundle strong and safe,<br>Great Ormond, lend thy general's staff:<br>And, if the crosier could be cramm'd in<br>A fig for Lechmere, King, and Hambden!<br>You'll then defy the strongest Whig<br>With both his hands to bend a twig;<br>Though with united strength they all pull,<br>From Somers, down to Craggs and Walpole.</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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Try, lads, can you this bundle break?
Then bids the youngest of the six
Take up a well-bound heap of sticks.
They thought it was an old man's maggot;
And strove, by turns, to break the fagot:
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