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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539000" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cunning Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On all Arcadia's sunny plain,<br>On all Arcadia's hill,<br>None were so blithe as BILL and JANE,<br>So blithe as JANE and BILL.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No social earthquake e'er occurred<br>To rack their common mind:<br>To them a Panic was a word -<br>A Crisis, empty wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No Stock Exchange disturbed the lad<br>With overwhelming shocks -<br>BILL ploughed with all the shares he had,<br>JANE planted all her stocks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And learn in what a simple way<br>Their pleasures they enhanced -<br>JANE danced like any lamb all day,<br>BILL piped as well as danced.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Surrounded by a twittling crew,<br>Of linnet, lark, and thrush,<br>BILL treated his young lady to<br>This sentimental gush:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Oh, JANE, how true I am to you!<br>How true you are to me!<br>And how we woo, and how we coo!<br>So fond a pair are we!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;To think, dear JANE, that anyways.<br>Your chiefest end and aim<br>Is, one of these fine summer days,<br>To bear my humble name!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quoth JANE, &quot;Well, as you put the case,<br>I'm true enough, no doubt,<br>But then, you see, in this here place<br>There's none to cut you out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;But, oh! if anybody came -<br>A Lord or any such -<br>I do not think your humble name<br>Would fascinate me much.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;For though your mates, you often boast.<br>You distance out-and-out;<br>Still, in the abstract, you're a most<br>Uncompromising lout!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor BILL, he gave a heavy sigh,<br>He tried in vain to speak -<br>A fat tear started to each eye<br>And coursed adown each cheek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, oh! right well in truth he knew<br>That very self-same day,<br>The LORD DE JACOB PILLALOO<br>Was coming there to stay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The LORD DE JACOB PILLALOO<br>All proper maidens shun -<br>He loves all women, it is true,<br>But never marries one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now JANE, with all her mad self-will,<br>Was no coquette - oh no!<br>She really loved her faithful BILL,<br>And thus she tuned her woe:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Oh, willow, willow, o'er the lea!<br>And willow once again!<br>The Peer will fall in love with me!<br>Why wasn't I made plain?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A cunning woman lived hard by,<br>A sorceressing dame,<br>MACCATACOMB DE SALMON-EYE<br>Was her uncommon name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To her good JANE, with kindly yearn<br>For BILL'S increasing pain,<br>Repaired in secrecy to learn<br>How best to make her plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Oh, JANE,&quot; the worthy woman said,<br>&quot;This mystic phial keep,<br>And rub its liquor in your head<br>Before you go to sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;When you awake next day, I trow,<br>You'll look in form and hue<br>To others just as you do now -<br>But not to PILLALOO!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;When you approach him, you will find<br>He'll think you coarse - unkempt -<br>And rudely bid you get behind,<br>With undisguised contempt.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The LORD DE PILLALOO arrived<br>With his expensive train,<br>And when in state serenely hived,<br>He sent for BILL and JANE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Oh, spare her, LORD OF PILLALOO!<br>(Said BILL) if wed you be,<br>There's anything I'D rather do<br>Than flirt with LADY P.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lord he gazed in Jenny's eyes,<br>He looked her through and through:<br>The cunning woman's prophecies<br>Were clearly coming true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LORD PILLALOO, the Rustic's Bane<br>(Bad person he, and proud),<br>HE LAUGHED HA! HA! AT PRETTY JANE,<br>AND SNEERED AT HER ALOUD!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He bade her get behind him then,<br>And seek her mother's stye -<br>Yet to her native countrymen<br>She was as fair as aye!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MACCATACOMB, continue green!<br>Grow, SALMON-EYE, in might,<br>Except for you, there might have been<br>The deuce's own delight.</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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On all Arcadia's hill,
None were so blithe as BILL and JANE,
So blithe as JANE and BILL.

No social earthquake e'er occurred
To rack their common mind:
To them a Panic was a word -
A Crisis, empty wind.

No Stock Exch..."></div>
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