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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Worm Will Turn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love a man who'll smile and joke<br>When with misfortune crowned;<br>Who'll pun beneath a pauper's yoke,<br>And as he breaks his daily toke,<br>Conundrums gay propound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just such a man was Bernaqrd Jupp<br>He scoffed at Fortune's frown;<br>He gaily drained his bitter cup -<br>Though Fortune often threw him up,<br>It never cast him down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though years their share of sorrow bring,<br>We know that far above<br>All other griefs, are griefs that spring<br>From some misfortune happening<br>To those we really love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">E'en sorrow for another's woe<br>Our BERNARD failed to quell;<br>Though by this special form of blow<br>No person ever suffered so,<br>Or bore his grief so well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His father, wealthy and well clad,<br>And owning house and park,<br>Lost every halfpenny he had,<br>And then became (extremely sad!)<br>A poor attorney's clerk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All sons it surely would appal,<br>Except the passing meek,<br>To see a father lose his all,<br>And from an independence fall<br>To one pound ten a week!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But JUPP shook off this sorrow's weight,<br>And, like a Christian son,<br>Proved Poverty a happy fate -<br>Proved Wealth to be a devil's bait,<br>To lure poor sinners on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With other sorrows Bernard coped,<br>For sorrows came in packs;<br>His cousins with their housemaids sloped -<br>His uncles forged - his aunts eloped -<br>His sisters married blacks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But BERNARD, far from murmuring<br>(Exemplar, friends, to us),<br>Determined to his faith to cling, -<br>He made the best of everything,<br>And argued softly thus:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;'Twere harsh my uncles' forging knack<br>Too rudely to condemn -<br>My aunts, repentant, may come back,<br>And blacks are nothing like as black<br>As people colour them!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still Fate, with many a sorrow rife,<br>Maintained relentless fight:<br>His grandmamma next lost her life,<br>Then died the mother of his wife,<br>But still he seemed all right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His brother fond (the only link<br>To life that bound him now)<br>One morning, overcome by drink,<br>He broke his leg (the right, I think)<br>In some disgraceful row.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But did my Bernard swear and curse?<br>Oh no - to murmur loth,<br>He only said, &quot;Go, get a nurse:<br>Be thankful that it isn't worse;<br>You might have broken both!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But worms who watch without concern<br>The cockchafer on thorns,<br>Or beetles smashed, themselves will turn<br>If, walking through the slippery fern,<br>You tread upon their corns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One night as Bernard made his track<br>Through Brompton home to bed,<br>A footpad, with a vizor black,<br>Took watch and purse, and dealt a crack<br>On BERNARD'S saint-like head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was too much - his spirit rose,<br>He looked extremely cross.<br>Men thought him steeled to mortal foes,<br>But no - he bowed to countless blows,<br>But kicked against this loss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He finally made up his mind<br>Upon his friends to call;<br>Subscription lists were largely signed,<br>For men were really glad to find<br>Him mortal, after all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Schwenck+Gilbert">William Schwenck Gilbert</a><div class=q>
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When with misfortune crowned;
Who'll pun beneath a pauper's yoke,
And as he breaks his daily toke,
Conundrums gay propound.

Just such a man was Bernaqrd Jupp
He scoffed at Fortune's frown;
He gaily drained his b..."></div>
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