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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dialogue Between a Sovereign and a One-Pound Note</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said a Sov'reign to a Note,<br>In the pocket of my coat,<br>Where they met in a neat purse of leather,<br>"How happens it, I prithee,<br>That though I'm wedded with thee,<br>Fair Pound, we can never live together?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like your sex, fond of change,<br>With silver you can range,<br>And of lots of young sixpences be mother;<br>While with me -- upon my word<br>Not my Lady and my Lord<br>Of W--stm--th see so little of each other!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The indignant Note replied<br>(Lying crumpled by his side),<br>"Shame, shame, it is yourself that roam, Sir --<br>One cannot look askance,<br>But, whip! you're off to France,<br>Leaving nothing but old rags at home, Sir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your scampering began from the moment Parson Van,<br>Poor man, made us one in Love's fetter;<br>"For better or for worse"<br>Is the usual marriage curse,<br>But ours is all "worse" and no "better."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain are laws pass'd,<br>There's nothing holds you fast<br>Tho' you know, sweet Sovereign, I adore you --<br>At the smallest hint in life,<br>Your forsake your lawful wife,<br>As other Sovereigns did before you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I flirt with Silver, true --<br>But what can ladies do,<br>When disown'd by their natural protectors?<br>And as to falsehood, stuff!<br>I shall soon be false enough, <br>When I get among those wicked Bank Directors."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Sovereign, smiling on her,<br>Now swore, upon his honour,<br>To be henceforth domestic and loyal;<br>But, within an hour or two,<br>Why -- I sold him to a Jew,<br>And he's now at No. 10, Palais Royal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529945" data-title="Dialogue Between a Sovereign and a One-Pound Note de Thomas Moore" data-description="Said a Sov'reign to a Note, In the pocket of my coat, Where they met in a neat purse of leather, "How happens it, I prithee, That though I'm wedded with thee, Fair Pound, we can never live together? Like your sex, fond of change, With silver..."></div> </div> </div>
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