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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wassail</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give way, give way, ye gates, and win<br>An easy blessing to your bin<br>And basket, by our entering in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May both with manchet stand replete;<br>Your larders, too, so hung with meat,<br>That though a thousand, thousand eat,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, ere twelve moons shall whirl about<br>Their silv'ry spheres, there's none may doubt<br>But more's sent in than was served out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next, may your dairies prosper so,<br>As that your pans no ebb may know;<br>But if they do, the more to flow,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like to a solemn sober stream,<br>Bank'd all with lilies, and the cream<br>Of sweetest cowslips filling them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then may your plants be press'd with fruit,<br>Nor bee or hive you have be mute,<br>But sweetly sounding like a lute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last, may your harrows, shares, and ploughs,<br>Your stacks, your stocks, your sweetest mows,<br>All prosper by your virgin-vows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">--Alas! we bless, but see none here,<br>That brings us either ale or beer;<br>In a dry-house all things are near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let's leave a longer time to wait,<br>Where rust and cobwebs bind the gate;<br>And all live here with needy fate;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where chimneys do for ever weep<br>For want of warmth, and stomachs keep<br>With noise the servants' eyes from sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is in vain to sing, or stay<br>Our free feet here, but we'll away:<br>Yet to the Lares this we'll say:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The time will come when you'll be sad,<br>'And reckon this for fortune bad,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Herrick">Robert Herrick</a><div class=q>
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An easy blessing to your bin
And basket, by our entering in.

May both with manchet stand replete;
Your larders, too, so hung with meat,
That though a thousand, thousand eat,

Yet, ere twelve moons shall whirl..."></div>
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