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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Husband-Confessor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN Francis (named the first) o'er Frenchmen reign'd,<br>In Italy young Arthur laurels gained,<br>And oft such daring valour showed in fight,<br>With ev'ry honour he was made a knight;<br>The monarch placed the spur upon his heel,<br>That all around his proper worth might feel.<br>Then household deities at home he sought,<br>Where--not at prayers his beauteous dame he caught:<br>He'd left her, truly, quite dissolv'd in tears;<br>But now the belle had bid adieu to fears;<br>And oft was dancing joyously around,<br>With all the company that could be found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">GALLANTS in crowds Sir Arthur soon perceived;<br>At sight of these the knight was sorely grieved;<br>And, turning in his mind how best to act;<br>Cried he, Can this be truly held a fact,<br>That I've been worthy while I'd fame in view,<br>Of cuckoldom at home, and knighthood too?<br>It ought to be but half:--the truth let's know;<br>From constancy the purest blessings flow.<br>Then like a father-confessor he dressed,<br>And took his seat where priests their flock confessed.<br>His lady absolution sought that day,<br>And on her knees before him 'gan to pray;<br>The minor sins were told with downcast eyes,<br>And then for hearing those of larger size,<br>The husband-confessor prepared his ears:--<br>Said she, Good father, ('mid a flood of tears),<br>My bed receives, (the fault I fear's not slight,)<br>A gentleman, a parson, and a knight.<br>Still more had followed, but, by rage o'ercome,<br>Sir Arthur cut the thread, and she was mum;<br>Though, doubtless, had the fair been let proceed,<br>Quite long her Litany had been decreed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THe husband, in a rage, exclaimed, thou jade,<br>A parson, say'st thou? t'whom dost think thou'st made<br>This curst confession?--To my spouse, cried she,<br>I saw you enter here, and came with glee,<br>Supposing you'd a trick to raise surprise;<br>Howe'er 'tis strange that one so very wise,<br>The riddle should not fully comprehend:--<br>A KNIGHT, the king created you, my friend;<br>A GENTLEMAN, your rank was long ago;<br>A PARSON, you have made yourself you know.<br>Good heav'ns! exclaimed the knight, 'tis very clear,<br>And I a blockhead surely must appear</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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In Italy young Arthur laurels gained,
And oft such daring valour showed in fight,
With ev'ry honour he was made a knight;
The monarch placed the spur upon his heel,
That all around his proper ..."></div>
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