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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457151" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jinny the Just</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker <br>Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, <br>And from the soft duns of my landlord the Quaker, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From chiding the footmen and watching the lasses, <br>From Nell that burn'd milk, and Tom that broke glasses <br>(Sad mischiefs thro' which a good housekeeper passes!) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From some real care but more fancied vexation, <br>From a life parti-colour'd half reason half passion, <br>Here lies after all the best wench in the nation. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the Rhine to the Po, from the Thames to the Rhone, <br>Joanna or Janneton, Jinny or Joan, <br>'Twas all one to her by what name she was known. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the idiom of words very little she heeded, <br>Provided the matter she drove at succeeded, <br>She took and gave languages just as she needed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So for kitchen and market, for bargain and sale, <br>She paid English or Dutch or French down on the nail, <br>But in telling a story she sometimes did fail; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then begging excuse as she happen'd to stammer, <br>With respect to her betters but none to her grammar, <br>Her blush helped her out and her jargon became her. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her habit and mien she endeavor'd to frame <br>To the different gout of the place where she came; <br>Her outside still chang'd, but her inside the same: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the Hague in her slippers and hair as the mode is, <br>At Paris all falbalow'd fine as a goddess, <br>And at censuring London in smock sleeves and bodice. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She order'd affairs that few people could tell <br>In what part about her that mixture did dwell <br>Of Frow, or Mistress, or Mademoiselle. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For her surname and race let the herald's e'en answer; <br>Her own proper worth was enough to advance her, <br>And he who liked her, little value her grandsire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But from what house so ever her lineage may come <br>I wish my own Jinny but out of her tomb, <br>Tho' all her relations were there in her room. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of such terrible beauty she never could boast <br>As with absolute sway o'er all hearts rules the roast <br>When J___ bawls out to the chair for a toast; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But of good household features her person was made, <br>Nor by faction cried up nor of censure afraid, <br>And her beauty was rather for use than parade. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her blood so well mix't and flesh so well pasted <br>That, tho' her youth faded, her comeliness lasted; <br>The blue was wore off, but the plum was well tasted. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Less smooth than her skin and less white than her breast <br>Was this polished stone beneath which she lies pressed: <br>Stop, reader, and sigh while thou thinkst on the rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a just trim of virtue her soul was endued, <br>Not affectedly pious nor secretly lewd <br>She cut even between the coquette and the prude. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her will with her duty so equally stood <br>That, seldom oppos'd, she was commonly good, <br>And did pretty well, doing just what she would. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Declining all power she found means to persuade, <br>Was then most regarded when most she obey'd, <br>The mistress in truth when she seem'd but the maid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such care of her own proper actions she took <br>That on other folk's lives she had not time to look, <br>So censure and praise were struck out of her book. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her thought still confin'd to its own little sphere, <br>She minded not who did excel or did err <br>But just as the matter related to her. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then too when her private tribunal was rear'd <br>Her mercy so mix'd with her judgment appear'd <br>That her foes were condemn'd and her friends always clear'd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her religion so well with her learning did suit <br>That in practice sincere, and in controverse mute, <br>She showed she knew better to live than dispute. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some parts of the Bible by heart she recited, <br>And much in historical chapters delighted, <br>But in points about Faith she was something short sighted; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So notions and modes she refer'd to the schools, <br>And in matters of conscience adher'd to two rules, <br>To advise with no bigots, and jest with no fools. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And scrupling but little, enough she believ'd, <br>By charity ample small sins she retriev'd, <br>And when she had new clothes she always receiv'd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus still whilst her morning unseen fled away <br>In ord'ring the linen and making the tea <br>That scarce could have time for the psalms of the day; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And while after dinner the night came so soon <br>That half she propos'd very seldom was done; <br>With twenty God bless me's, how this day is gone! -- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While she read and accounted and paid and abated, <br>Eat and drank, play'd and work'd, laugh'd and cried, lov'd and hated, <br>As answer'd the end of her being created: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the midst of her age came a cruel disease <br>Which neither her juleps nor receipts could appease; <br>So down dropp'd her clay -- may her Soul be at peace! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Retire from this sepulchre all the profane, <br>You that love for debauch, or that marry for gain, <br>Retire lest ye trouble the Manes of J___. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But thou that know'st love above int'rest or lust, <br>Strew the myrle and rose on this once belov'd dust, <br>And shed one pious tear upon Jinny the Just. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tread soft on her grave, and do right to her honor, <br>Let neither rude hand nor ill tongue light upon her, <br>Do all the small favors that now can be done her. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when what thou lik'd shall return to her clay, <br>For so I'm persuaded she must do one day <br>-- Whatever fantastic John Asgill may say -- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When as I have done now, thou shalt set up a stone <br>For something however distinguished or known, <br>May some pious friend the misfortune bemoan, <br>And make thy concern by reflexion his own.</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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Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, 
And from the soft duns of my landlord the Quaker, 

From chiding the footmen and watching the lasses, 
From Nell that burn'd milk, and Tom t..."></div>
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