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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472294" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From 'She Stoops to Conquer' A Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let school-masters puzzle their brain,<br>With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;<br>Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,<br>Gives 'genus' a better discerning.<br>Let them brag of their heathenish gods, <br>Their Lethes, their Styxes, and Stygians:<br>Their Quis, and their Quaes, and their Quods,<br>They're all but a parcel of Pigeons.<br>Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Methodist preachers come down<br>A-preaching that drinking is sinful, <br>I'll wager the rascals a crown<br>They always preach best with a skinful.<br>But when you come down with your pence,<br>For a slice of their scurvy religion,<br>I'll leave it to all men of sense, <br>But you, my good friend, are the pigeon.<br>Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then come, put the jorum about,<br>And let us be merry and clever;<br>Our hearts and our liquors are stout;<br>Here's the Three Jolly Pigeons for ever. <br>Let some cry up woodcock or hare,<br>Your bustards, your ducks, and your widgeons;<br>But of all the birds in the air,<br>Here's a health to the Three Jolly Pigeons.<br>Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Goldsmith">Oliver Goldsmith</a><div class=q>
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With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;
Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Gives 'genus' a better discerning.
Let them brag of their heathenish gods, 
Their Lethes, their Styxes, and Stygians:
Their Quis, and..."></div>
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