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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455717" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fortune-Teller, a Gypsy Tale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LUBIN and KATE, as gossips tell,<br>Were Lovers many a day;<br>LUBIN the damsel lov'd so well,<br>That folks pretend to say<br>The silly, simple, doting Lad,<br>Was little less than loving mad:<br>A malady not known of late--<br>Among the little-loving Great!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">KATE liked the youth; but woman-kind<br>Are sometimes giv'n to range.<br>And oft, the giddy Sex, we find,<br>(They know not why)<br>When most they promise, soonest change,<br>And still for conquest sigh:<br>So 'twas with KATE; she, ever roving<br>Was never fix'd, though always loving!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">STEPHEN was LUBIN'S rival; he<br>A rustic libertine was known;<br>And many a blushing simple She,<br>The rogue had left,--to sigh alone!<br>KATE cared but little for the rover,<br>Yet she resolv'd to have her way,<br>For STEPHEN was the village Lover,<br>And women pant for Sov'reign sway.<br>And he, who has been known to ruin,--<br>Is always sought, and always wooing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">STEPHEN had long in secret sigh'd;<br>And STEPHEN never was deny'd:<br>Now, LUBIN was a modest swain,<br>And therefore, treated with disdain:<br>For, it is said, in Love and War ,--<br>The boldest, most successful are!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vows, were to him but fairy things<br>Borne on capricious Fancy's wings;<br>And promises, the Phantom's Airy<br>Which falsehood form'd to cheat th' unwary;<br>For still deception was his trade,<br>And though his traffic well was known,<br>Still, every trophy was his own<br>Which the proud Victor, Love, display'd.<br>In short, this STEPHEN was the bane<br>Of ev'ry maid,--and ev'ry swain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">KATE had too often play'd the fool,<br>And now, at length, was caught;<br>For she, who had been pleas'd to rule,<br>Was now, poor Maiden, taught!<br>And STEPHEN rul'd with boundless sway,<br>The rustic tyrant of his day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LUBIN had giv'n inconstant KATE,<br>Ten pounds , to buy her wedding geer:<br>And now, 'tis said, tho' somewhat late,<br>He thought his bargain rather dear.<br>For, Lo ! The day before the pair<br>Had fix'd, the marriage chain to wear,<br>A GYPSY gang, a wand'ring set,<br>In a lone wood young LUBIN met.<br>All round him press with canting tale,<br>And, in a jargon, well design'd<br>To cheat the unsuspecting mind,<br>His list'ning ears assail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some promis'd riches; others swore<br>He should, by women, be ador'd;<br>And never sad, and never poor--<br>Live like a Squire, or Lord;--<br>Do what he pleas'd, and ne'er be brought<br>To shame,--for what he did, or thought;<br>Seduce mens wives and daughters fair,<br>Spend wealth, while others toil'd in vain,<br>And scoff at honesty, and swear,--<br>And scoff, and trick, and swear again! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">ONE roguish Girl, with sparkling eyes,<br>To win the handsome LUBIN tries;<br>She smil'd, and by her speaking glance,<br>Enthrall'd him in a wond'ring trance;<br>He thought her lovelier far than KATE,<br>And wish'd that she had been his mate;<br>For when the FANCY is on wing,<br>VARIETY'S a dangerous thing:<br>And PASSIONS, when they learn to stray<br>Will seldom seldom keep the beaten way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gypsy-girl, with speaking eyes,<br>Observ'd her pupil's fond surprize,<br>She begg'd that he her hand would cross,<br>With Sixpence; and that He should know<br>His future scene of gain and loss,<br>His weal and woe.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LUBIN complies. And straight he hears<br>That he had many long, long years;<br>That he a maid inconstant, loves,<br>Who, to another slyly roves.<br>That a dark man his bane will be--<br>"And poison his domestic hours;<br>"While a fair woman, treach'rously--<br>"Will dress his brow--with thorns and flow'rs!"<br>It happen'd, to confirm his care--<br>STEPHEN was dark ,--and KATE was fair!<br>Nay more that "home his bride would bring<br>"A little, alien, prattling thing<br>"In just six moons!" Poor LUBIN hears<br>All that confirms his jealous fears;<br>Perplex'd and frantic, what to do<br>The cheated Lover scarcely knew.<br>He flies to KATE, and straight he tells<br>The wonder that in magic dwells!<br>Speaks of the Fortune-telling crew,<br>And how all things the Vagrants knew;<br>KATE hears: and soon determines, she<br>Will know her future destiny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swift to the wood she hies, tho' late<br>To read the tablet of her Fate.<br>The Moon its crystal beam scarce shew'd<br>Upon the darkly shadow'd road;<br>The hedge-row was the feasting-place<br>Where, round a little blazing wood,<br>The wand'ring, dingy, gabbling race,<br>Crowded in merry mood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now she loiter'd near the scene.<br>Now peep'd the hazle copse between;<br>Fearful that LUBIN might be near<br>The story of her Fate to hear.--<br>She saw the feasting circle gay<br>By the stol'n faggot's yellow light;<br>She heard them, as in sportive play,<br>They chear'd the sullen gloom of night.<br>Nor was sly KATE by all unseen<br>Peeping, the hazle copse between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now across the thicket side<br>A tatter'd, skulking youth she spied;<br>He beckon'd her along, and soon,<br>Hid safely from the prying moon,<br>His hand with silver, thrice she crosses--<br>"Tell me," said she, "my gains and losses?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"You gain a fool ," the youth replies,<br>"You lose a lover too."<br>The false one blushes deep, and sighs,<br>For well the truth she knew!<br>"You gave to STEPHEN, vows; nay more<br>"You gave him favors rare:<br>"And LUBIN is condemn'd to share<br>"What many others shar'd before!<br>"A false, capricious, guilty heart,<br>"Made up of folly, vice, and art,<br>"Which only takes a wedded mate<br>"To brand with shame, an husband's fate."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Hush! hush!" cried KATE, for Heav'n's sake be<br>"As secret as the grave--<br>"For LUBIN means to marry me--<br>"And if you will not me betray,<br>"I for your silence well will pay;<br>"Five pounds this moment you shall have."--<br>"I will have TEN!" the gypsy cries--<br>"The fearful, trembling girl complies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, what was her dismay, to find<br>That LUBIN was the gypsy bold;<br>The cunning, fortune-telling hind<br>Who had the artful story told--<br>Who thus, was cur'd of jealous pain,--<br>"And got his TEN POUNDS back again! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus, Fortune pays the LOVER bold!<br>But, gentle Maids, should Fate<br>Have any secret yet untold,--<br>Remember, simple KATE!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</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=455717" data-title="The Fortune-Teller, a Gypsy Tale de Mary Darby Robinson" data-description="LUBIN and KATE, as gossips tell, Were Lovers many a day; LUBIN the damsel lov'd so well, That folks pretend to say The silly, simple, doting Lad, Was little less than loving mad: A malady not known of late-- Among the little-loving Great! 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