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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431398" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Promise Is One Thing To Keep It, Another</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">JOHN courts Perrette; but all in vain;<br> Love's sweetest oaths, and tears, and sighs<br> All potent spells her heart to gain<br> The ardent lover vainly tries:<br>Fruitless his arts to make her waver,<br>She will not grant the smallest favour:<br> A ruse our youth resolved to try<br> The cruel air to mollify:--<br> Holding his fingers ten outspread<br> To Perrette's gaze, and with no dread<br> "So often," said he, "can I prove,<br> "My sweet Perrette, how warm my love."<br> When lover's last avowals fail<br>To melt the maiden's coy suspicions<br> A lover's sign will oft prevail<br>To win the way to soft concessions:<br> Half won she takes the tempting bait;<br>Smiles on him, draws her lover nearer,<br> With heart no longer obdurate<br>She teaches him no more to fear her-<br> A pinch,--a kiss,--a kindling eye,--<br> Her melting glances,--nothing said.--<br> John ceases not his suit to ply<br> Till his first finger's debt is paid.<br> A second, third and fourth he gains,<br> Takes breath, and e'en a fifth maintains.<br> But who could long such contest wage?<br> Not I, although of fitting age,<br> Nor John himself, for here he stopped,<br> And further effort sudden dropped.<br> Perrette, whose appetite increased<br> just as her lover's vigour ceased,<br>In her fond reckoning defeated,<br>Considered she was greatly cheated--<br> If duty, well discharged, such blame<br> Deserve; for many a highborn dame<br> Would be content with such deceit.<br> But Perrette, as already told,<br> Out of her count, began to scold<br> And call poor John an arrant cheat<br>For promising and not performing.<br>John calmly listened to her storming,<br> And well content with work well done,<br> Thinking his laurels fairly won,<br> Cooly replied, on taking leave:<br> "No cause I see to fume and grieve;<br> "Or for such trifle to dispute;<br> "To promise and to execute<br> "Are not the same, be it confessed,<br> "Suffice it to have done one's best;<br> "With time I'll yet discharge what's due;<br> "Meanwhile, my sweet Perrette, adieu!"</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431398" data-title="To Promise Is One Thing To Keep It, Another de La Fontaine" data-description="JOHN courts Perrette; but all in vain; Love's sweetest oaths, and tears, and sighs All potent spells her heart to gain The ardent lover vainly tries: Fruitless his arts to make her waver, She will not grant the smallest favour: A ruse our yout..."></div> </div> </div>
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