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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529253" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jack and Joan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jack and Joan they think no ill,<br>But loving live, and merry still;<br>Do their week-days' work, and pray<br>Devoutly on the holy day:<br>Skip and trip it on the green, <br>And help to choose the Summer Queen;<br>Lash out, at a country feast,<br>Their silver penny with the best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well can they judge of nappy ale,<br>And tell at large a winter tale;<br>Climb up to the apple loft,<br>And turn the crabs till they be soft.<br>Tib is all the father's joy,<br>And little Tom the mother's boy.<br>All their pleasure is Content;<br>And care, to pay their yearly rent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joan can call by name her cows,<br>And deck her window with green boughs;<br>She can wreaths and tutties make,<br>And trim with plums a bridal cake.<br>Jack knows what brings gain or loss;<br>And his long flail can stoutly toss:<br>Makes the hedge, which others break;<br>And ever thinks what he doth speak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, you courtly dames and knights,<br>That study only strange delights;<br>Though you scorn the homespun grey,<br>And revel in your rich array;<br>Though your tongues dissemble deep,<br>And can your heads from danger keep;<br>Yet, for all your pomp and train,<br>Securer lives the silly swain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Campion">Thomas Campion</a><div class=q>
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But loving live, and merry still;
Do their week-days' work, and pray
Devoutly on the holy day:
Skip and trip it on the green, 
And help to choose the Summer Queen;
Lash out, at a country feast,
Their silver penny w..."></div>
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