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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Music-Grinders</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are three ways in which men take<br>Oneâ€™s money from his purse,<br>And very hard it is to tell<br>Which of the three is worse;<br>But all of them are bad enough<br>To make a body curse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Youâ€™re riding out some pleasant day,<br>And counting up your gains;<br>A fellow jumps from out a bush,<br>And takes your horseâ€™s reins,<br>Another hints some words about<br>A bullet in your brains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Itâ€™s hard to meet such pressing friends<br>In such a lonely spot;<br>Itâ€™s very hard to lose your cash,<br>But harder to be shot;<br>And so you take your wallet out,<br>Though you would rather not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps youâ€™re going out to dine,â€”Â<br>Some odious creature begs<br>Youâ€™ll hear about the cannon-ball<br>That carried off his pegs,<br>And says it is a dreadful thing<br>For men to lose their legs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He tells you of his starving wife,<br>His children to be fed,<br>Poor little, lovely innocents,<br>All clamorous for bread,â€”Â<br>And so you kindly help to put<br>A bachelor to bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Youâ€™re sitting on your window-seat,<br>Beneath a cloudless moon;<br>You hear a sound, that seems to wear<br>The semblance of a tune,<br>As if a broken fife should strive<br>To drown a cracked bassoon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And nearer, nearer still, the tide<br>Of music seems to come,<br>Thereâ€™s something like a human voice,<br>And something like a drum;<br>You sit in speechless agony,<br>Until your ear is numb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor â€œhome, sweet homeâ€ should seem to be<br>A very dismal place;<br>Your â€œauld acquaintanceâ€ all at once<br>Is altered in the face;<br>Their discords sting through Burns and Moore,<br>Like hedgehogs dressed in lace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You think they are crusaders, sent<br>From some infernal clime,<br>To pluck the eyes of Sentiment,<br>And dock the tail of Rhyme,<br>To crack the voice of Melody,<br>And break the legs of Time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But hark! the air again is still,<br>The music all is ground,<br>And silence, like a poultice, comes<br>To heal the blows of sound;<br>It cannot be,â€”Âit is,â€”Âit is,â€”Â<br>A hat is going round!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No! Pay the dentist when he leaves<br>A fracture in your jaw,<br>And pay the owner of the bear<br>That stunned you with his paw,<br>And buy the lobster that has had<br>Your knuckles in his claw;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if you are a portly man,<br>Put on your fiercest frown,<br>And talk about a constable<br>To turn them out of town;<br>Then close your sentence with an oath,<br>And shut the window down!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if you are a slender man,<br>Not big enough for that,<br>Or, if you cannot make a speech,<br>Because you are a flat,<br>Go very quietly and drop<br>A button in the hat!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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Oneâ€™s money from his purse,
And very hard it is to tell
Which of the three is worse;
But all of them are bad enough
To make a body curse.

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