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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431364" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Eel Pie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find,<br>It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind:<br>Brown bread as well as white must be for me;<br>My motto ever is--VARIETY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THAT brisk brunette, with languid, sleepy eye,<br>Delights my fancy; Can you tell me why?<br>The reason 's plain enough:--she 's something new.<br>The other mistress, long within my view,<br>Though lily fair, with seraph features blessed,<br>No more emotion raises in my breast;<br>Her heart assents, while mine reluctant proves;<br>Whence this diversity that in us moves?<br>From hence it rises, to be plain and free,<br>My motto ever is--VARIETY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE same in other words, I've often said;<br>'Tis right, at times, disguise with care to spread.<br>The maxim's good, and with it I agree:<br>My motto ever is--VARIETY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A CERTAIN spouse the same devise had got,<br>Whose wife by all was thought a handsome lot.<br>His love, howe'er, was over very soon;<br>It lasted only through the honeymoon;<br>Possession had his passion quite destroyed;<br>In Hymen's bands too oft the lover 's cloyed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ONE, 'mong his valets, had a pretty wife;<br>The master was himself quite full of life,<br>And soon the charmer to his wishes drew,<br>With which the husband discontented grew,<br>And having caught them in the very fact,<br>He rang his mate the changes for the act;<br>Sad names he called her, howsoever just,<br>A silly blockhead! thus to raise a dust,<br>For what, in ev'ry town 's so common found;<br>May we worse fortune never meet around!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">HE made the paramour a grave harangue<br>Don't others give, said he, the poignant pang;<br>But ev'ry one allow to keep his own,<br>As God and reason oft to man have shown,<br>And recommended fully to observe;<br>You from it surely have not cause to swerve;<br>You cannot plead that you for beauty pine<br>You've one at home who far surpasses mine;<br>No longer give yourself such trouble, pray:<br>You, to my help-mate, too much honour pay;<br>Such marked attentions she can ne'er require<br>Let each of us, alone his own admire.<br>To others' WELLs you never ought to go,<br>While your's with sweets is found to overflow;<br>I willingly appeal to connoisseurs;<br>If heav'n had blessed me with such bliss as your's,<br>That when I please, your lady I could take,<br>I would not for a queen such charms forsake.<br>But since we can't prevent what now is known,<br>I wish, good sir, contented with your own,<br>(And 'tis, I hope, without offence I speak,)<br>You'll favours from my wife no longer seek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE master, neither no nor yes replied,<br>But orders gave, his man they should provide;<br>For dinner ev'ry day, what pleased his taste,<br>A pie of eels, which near him should be placed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">HIS appetite at first was wond'rous great;<br>Again, the second time, as much he ate;<br>But when the third appeared, he felt disgust,<br>And not another morsel down could thrust.<br>The valet fain would try a diff'rent dish;<br>'Twas not allowed;--you've got, said they, your wish;<br>'Tis pie alone; you like it best you know,<br>And no objection you must dare to show.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'M surfeited, cried he, 'tis far too much:<br>Pie ev'ry day! and nothing else to touch!<br>Not e'en a roasted eel, or stewed, or fried!<br>Dry bread I'd rather you'd for me provide.<br>Of your's allow me some at any rate,<br>Pies, (devil take them!) thoroughly I hate;<br>They'll follow me to Paradise I fear,<br>Or further yet;--Heav'n keep me from such cheer!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THEIR noisy mirth the master thither drew,<br>Who much desired the frolick to pursue;<br>My friend, said he, I greatly feel surprise,<br>That you so soon are weary grown of pies;<br>Have I not heard you frequently declare,<br>Eel-pie 's of all, the most delicious fare?<br>Quite fickle, certainly, must be your taste;<br>Can any thing in me so strange be traced?<br>When I exchange a food which you admire;<br>You blame and say, I never ought to tire;<br>You do the very same; in truth, my friend,<br>No mark of folly 'tis, you may depend,<br>In lord or squire, or citizen or clown,<br>To change the bread that's white for bit of brown:<br>With more experience, you'll with me agree,--<br>My motto ever is--VARIETY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN thus the master had himself expressed,<br>The valet presently was less distressed;<br>Some arguments, howe'er, at first he used;<br>For, after all--are fully we excused,<br>When we our pleasure solely have in view;<br>Without regarding what's to others due?<br>I relish change; well, take it; but 'tis best,<br>To gain the belles with love of gold possessed;<br>And that appears to me the proper plan;<br>In truth, our lover very soon began<br>To practise this advice;--his voice and way<br>Could angel-sweetness instantly convey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">HIS words were always gilt; (impressive tongue!)<br>To gilded words will sure success belong.<br>In soft amours they're ev'ry thing 'tis plain<br>The maxim 's certain, and our aim will gain;<br>My meaning doubtless easily is seen;<br>A hundred times repeated this has been<br>Th' impression should be made so very deep,<br>That I thereon can never silence keep;<br>And this the constant burden of my song-<br>To gilded words will sure success belong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THEY easily persuade the beauteous dame;<br>Her dog, her maid, duenna, all the same;<br>The husband sometimes too, and him we've shown<br>'Twas necessary here to gain alone;<br>By golden eloquence his soul was lulled;<br>Although from ancient orators not culled:<br>Their books retained have nothing of the kind;<br>Our jealous spouse indulgent grew we find.<br>He followed e'en, 'tis said, the other's plan--<br>And, thence his dishes to exchange began.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE master and his fav'rite's freaks around;<br>Continually the table-talk were found;<br>He always thought the newest face the best:<br>Where'er he could, each beauty he caressed;<br>The wife, the widow, daughter, servant-maid,<br>The nymph of field or town:--with all he played;<br>And, while he breathed, the same would always be;<br>His motto ever was--VARIETY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=La+Fontaine">La Fontaine</a><div class=q>
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It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind:
Brown bread as well as white must be for me;
My motto ever is--VARIETY.

THAT brisk brunette, with languid, sleepy eye,
Delights my fancy; Can you tell me why?
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