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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gascon Punished</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A GASCON (being heard one day to swear,<br>That he'd possess'd a certain lovely fair,)<br>Was played a wily trick, and nicely served;<br>'Twas clear, from truth he shamefully had swerved:<br>But those who scandal propagate below,<br>Are prophets thought, and ev'ry action know;<br>While good, if spoken, scarcely is believed,<br>And must be viewed, or not for truth received.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE dame, indeed, the Gascon only jeered,<br>And e'er denied herself when he appeared;<br>But when she met the wight, who sought to shine;<br>And called her angel, beauteous and divine,<br>She fled and hastened to a female friend,<br>Where she could laugh, and at her ease unbend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">NEAR Phillis, (our fair fugitive) there dwelled<br>One Eurilas, his nearest neighbour held;<br>His wife was Cloris; 'twas with her our dove<br>Took shelter from the Gascon's forward love,<br>Whose name was Dorilas; and Damon young,<br>(The Gascon's friend) on whom gay Cloris hung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SWEET Phillis, by her manner, you might see,<br>From sly amours and dark intrigues was free;<br>The value to possess her no one knew,<br>Though all admired the lovely belle at view.<br>Just twenty years she counted at the time,<br>And now a widow was, though in her prime,<br>(Her spouse, an aged dotard, worth a plum:--<br>Of those whose loss to mourn no tears e'er come.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">OUR seraph fair, such loveliness possessed,<br>In num'rous ways a Gascon could have blessed;<br>Above, below, appeared angelic charms;<br>'Twas Paradise, 'twas Heav'n, within her arms!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE Gascon was--a Gascon;--would you more?<br>Who knows a Gascon knows at least a score.<br>I need not say what solemn vows he made;<br>Alike with Normans Gascons are portrayed;<br>Their oaths, indeed, won't pass for Gospel truth;<br>But we believe that Dorilas (the youth)<br>Loved Phillis to his soul, our lady fair,<br>Yet he would fain be thought successful there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ONE day, said Phillis, with unusual glee,<br>Pretending with the Gascon to be free:--<br>A favour do me:--nothing very great;<br>Assist to dupe one jealous of his mate;<br>You'll find it very easy to be done,<br>And doubtless 'twill produce a deal of fun.<br>'Tis our request (the plot you'll say is deep,)<br>That you this night with Cloris's husband sleep<br>Some disagreement with her gay gallant<br>Requires, that she a night at least should grant,<br>To settle diff'rences; now we desire,<br>That you'll to bed with Eurilas retire,<br>There's not a doubt he'll think his Cloris near;<br>He never touches her:--so nothing fear;<br>For whether jealousy, or other pains,<br>He constantly from intercourse abstains,<br>Snores through the night, and, if a cap he sees,<br>Believes his wife in bed, and feels at ease.<br>We'll properly equip you as a belle,<br>And I will certainly reward you well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TO gain but Phillis's smiles, the Gascon said,<br>He'd with the very devil go to bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE night arrived, our wight the chamber traced;<br>The lights extinguished; Eurilas, too, placed;<br>The Gascon 'gan to tremble in a trice,<br>And soon with terror grew as cold as ice;<br>Durst neither spit nor cough; still less encroach;<br>And seemed to shrink, least t'other should approach;<br>Crept near the edge; would scarcely room afford,<br>And could have passed the scabbard of a sword.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">OFT in the night his bed-fellow turned round;<br>At length a finger on his nose he found,<br>Which Dorilas exceedingly distressed;<br>But more inquietude was in his breast,<br>For fear the husband amorous should grow,<br>From which incalculable ills might flow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">OUR Gascon ev'ry minute knew alarm;<br>'Twas now a leg stretched out, and then an arm;<br>He even thought he felt the husband's beard;<br>But presently arrived what more he feared.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A BELL, conveniently, was near the bed,<br>Which Eurilas to ring was often led;<br>At this the Gascon swooned, so great his fear,<br>And swore, for ever he'd renounce his dear.<br>But no one coming, Eurilas, once more,<br>Resumed his place, and 'gan again to snore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">AT length, before the sun his head had reared;<br>The door was opened, and a torch appeared.<br>Misfortune then he fancied full in sight;<br>More pleased he'd been to rise without a light,<br>And clearly thought 'twas over with him now;<br>The flame approached;--the drops ran o'er his brow;<br>With terror he for pardon humbly prayed:--<br>You have it, cried a fair: be not dismayed;<br>'Twas Phillis spoke, who Eurilas's place<br>Had filled, throughout the night, with wily grace,<br>And now to Damon and his Cloris flew,<br>With ridicule the Gascon to pursue;<br>Recounted all the terrors and affright,<br>Which Dorilas had felt throughout the night.<br>To mortify still more the silly swain,<br>And fill his soul with ev'ry poignant pain,<br>She gave a glimpse of beauties to his view,<br>And from his presence instantly withdrew.</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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That he'd possess'd a certain lovely fair,)
Was played a wily trick, and nicely served;
'Twas clear, from truth he shamefully had swerved:
But those who scandal propagate below,
Are prophets thought, and ev'..."></div>
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