<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455581" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Written For My Son, To Some Of The Fellows Of The College,</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We of late had a terrible Rout in our House;<br>If I happen'd to speak, I was sure of a Souse.<br>My Mamma had the Tooth--ach, and I felt the Smart--<br>O Steel, I for ever will yalue thy Art:<br>Both Children, and Servants, to thee are beholden;<br>Let them do what they would, they were sure of a Scolding.<br>Athenians, I humbly beseech you, explain,<br>Why the Tongue cannot rest, when the Teeth are in Pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Barber">Mary Barber</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=455581" data-title="Written For My Son, To Some Of The Fellows Of The College, de Mary Barber" data-description="We of late had a terrible Rout in our House; If I happen'd to speak, I was sure of a Souse. My Mamma had the Tooth--ach, and I felt the Smart-- O Steel, I for ever will yalue thy Art: Both Children, and Servants, to thee are beholden; Let them do ..."></div> </div> </div>

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