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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Epitaph</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Interr'd beneath this marble stone, <br>Lie saunt'ring Jack and idle Joan. <br>While rolling threescore years and one <br>Did round this globe their courses run; <br>If human things went ill or well; <br>If changing empires rose or fell; <br>The morning passed, the evening came, <br>And found this couple still the same. <br>They walk'd and eat, good folks: what then? <br>Why then they walk'd and eat again: <br>They soundly slept the night away: <br>They did just nothing all the day: <br>And having buried children four, <br>Would not take pains to try for more. <br>Nor sister either had, nor brother: <br>They seemed just tallied for each other. <br>Their moral and economy <br>Most perfectly they made agree: <br>Each virtue kept its proper bound, <br>Nor tresspass'd on the other's ground. <br>Nor fame, nor censure they regarded: <br>They neither punish'd nor rewarded. <br>He cared not what the footmen did: <br>Her maids she neither prais'd nor chid: <br>So ev'ry servant took his course; <br>And bad at first, they all grew worse. <br>Slothful disorder fill'd his stable; <br>And sluttish plenty deck'd her table. <br>Their beer was strong; their wine was port; <br>Their meal was large; their grace was short. <br>They gave the poor the remnant-meat <br>Just when it grew not fit to eat. <br>They paid the church and parish rate; <br>And took, but read not the receipt; <br>For which they claim'd their Sunday's due, <br>Of slumb'ring in an upper pew. <br>No man's defects sought they to know; <br>So never made themselves a foe. <br>No man's good deeds did they commend; <br>So never rais'd themselves a friend. <br>Nor cherish'd they relations poor: <br>That might decrease their present store: <br>Nor barn nor house did they repair: <br>That might oblige their future heir. <br>They neither added, nor confounded: <br>They neither wanted, nor abounded. <br>Each Christmas they accompts did clear; <br>And wound their bottom through the year. <br>Nor tear, nor smile did they employ <br>At news of public grief, or joy. <br>When bells were rung, and bonfires made, <br>If asked they ne'er denied their aid: <br>Their jug was to the ringers carried, <br>Whoever either died, or married. <br>Their billet at the fire was found, <br>Whoever was depos'd or crown'd. <br>Nor good, nor bad, nor fools, nor wise; <br>They would not learn, nor could advise; <br>Without love, hatred, joy, or fear, <br>They led--a kind of--as it were: <br>Nor wish'd nor car'd, nor laugh'd nor cry'd: <br>And so they liv'd; and so they died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matthew+Prior">Matthew Prior</a><div class=q>
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Lie saunt'ring Jack and idle Joan. 
While rolling threescore years and one 
Did round this globe their courses run; 
If human things went ill or well; 
If changing empires rose or fell; 
The morning passed, the..."></div>
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