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BY master Francis clearly 'tis expressed	A
The folks of Papimania are blessed	A
True sleep for them alone it seems was made	B
With US the copy only has been laid	B
And by Saint John if Heav'n my life will spare	C
I'll see this place where sleeping 's free from care	C
E'en better still I find for naught they do	D
'Tis that employment always I pursue	D
Just add thereto a little honest love	E
And I shall be as easy as a glove	E
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ON t'other hand an island may be seen	F
Where all are hated cursed and full of spleen	F
We know them by the thinness of their face	G
Long sleep is quite excluded from their race	G
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SHOULD you good reader any person meet	H
With rosy smiling looks and cheeks replete	H
The form not clumsy you may safely say	I
A Papimanian doubtless I survey	I
But if on t'other side you chance to view	D
A meagre figure void of blooming hue	D
With stupid heavy eye and gloomy mien	F
Conclude at once a Pope figer you've seen	F
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POPE FIG 'S the name upon an isle bestowed	J
Where once a fig the silly people showed	J
As like the pope and due devotion paid	B
By folly blocks have often gods been made	B
These islanders were punished for their crime	K
Naught prospers Francis tells us in their clime	K
To Lucifer was giv'n the hateful spot	L
And there his country house he now has got	L
His underlings appear throughout the isle	M
Rude wretched poor mean sordid base and vile	M
With tales and horns and claws if we believe	N
What many say who ought not to deceive	N
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ONE day it happened that a cunning clown	O
Was by an imp observed without the town	O
To turn the earth which seemed to be accurst	L
Since ev'ry trench was painful as the first	L
This youthful devil was a titled lord	L
In manners simple naught to be abhorred	L
He might so ignorant be duped at ease	P
As yet he'd scarcely ventured to displease	P
Said he I'd have thee know I was not born	Q
Like clods to labour dig nor sow the corn	Q
A devil thou in me beholdest here	R
Of noble race to toil I ne'er appear	S
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THOU know'st full well these fields to us belong	T
The islanders it seems had acted wrong	T
And for their crimes the pope withdrew his cares	U
Our subjects now you live the law declares	U
And therefore fellow I've undoubted right	L
To take the produce of this field at sight	L
But I am kind and clearly will decide	L
The year concluded we'll the fruits divided	L
What crop pray tell me dost thou mean to sow	V
The clod replied my lord what best will grow	W
I think is Tousell grain of hardy fame	K
The imp rejoined I never heard its name	K
What is it Tousell say'st thou I agree	X
If good return 'twill be the same to me	X
Work fellow work make haste the ground prepare	C
To dig and delve should be the rabble's care	C
Don't think that I will ever lend a hand	L
Or give the slightest aid to till the land	L
I've told thee I'm a gentleman by birth	Y
Designed for ease not doomed to turn the earth	Y
Howe'er I'll now the diff'rent parts allot	L
And thus divide the produce of the plot	L
What shall above the heritage arise	Z
I'll leave to thee 'twill very well suffice	A2
But what is in the soil shall be my share	C
To this attend see ev'ry thing is fair	C
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THIS beardless corn when ripe with joy was reaped	L
And then the stubble by the roots was heaped	L
To satisfy the lordly devil's claim	K
Who thought the seed and root were just the same	K
And that the ear and stalk were useless parts	B2
Which nothing made if carried to the marts	B2
The labourer his produce housed with care	C
The other to the market brought his ware	C
Where ridicule and laughter he received	L
'Twas nothing worth which much his bosom grieved	L
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QUITE mortified the devil quickly went	L
To seek our clod and mark his discontent	L
The fellow had discreetly sold the corn	Q
In straw unthrashed and off the money borne	Q
Which he with ev'ry wily care concealed	L
The imp was duped and nothing was revealed	L
Said he thou rascal pretty tricks thou'st played	L
It seems that cheating is thy daily trade	L
But I'm a noble devil of the court	L
Who tricking never knew save by report	L
What grain dost mean to sow th' ensuing year	S
The labourer replied I think it clear	S
Instead of grain 'twill better be to chop	C2
And take a carrot or a turnip crop	C2
You then my lord will surely plenty find	L
And radishes if you are so inclined	L
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THESE carrots radishes and turnips too	L
Said t'other I am led to think will do	L
My part shall be what 'bove the soil is found	L
Thine fellow what remains within the ground	L
No war with thee I'll have unless constrained	L
And thou hast never yet of me complained	L
I now shall go and try to tempt a nun	D2
For I'm disposed to have a little fun	D2
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THE time arrived again to house the store	E2
The labourer collected as before	E2
Leaves solely to his lordship were assigned	L
Who sought for those a ready sale to find	L
But through the market ridicule was heard	L
And ev'ry one around his jest preferred	L
Pray Mister Devil where d'ye grow these greens	F2
How treasure up returns from your demesnes	F2
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ENRAGED at what was said he hurried back	G2
And on the clown proposed to make attack	G2
Who full of joy was laughing with his wife	H2
And tasting pleasantly the sweets of life	H2
By all the pow'rs of Hell the demon cried	L
He shall the forfeit pay I now decide	L
A pretty rascal truly master Phil	I2
Here pleasures you expect at will	I2
Well well proceed gallant it while allowed	L
For present I'll remit what I had vowed	L
A charming lady I'm engaged to meet	L
She's sometimes willing then again discreet	L
But soon as I in cuckold's row have placed	L
Her ninny husband I'll return in haste	L
And then so thoroughly I'll trim you o'er	J2
Such wily tricks you'll never practise more	E2
We'll see who best can use his claws and nails	F2
And from the fields obtain the richest sales	F2
Corn carrots radishes or what you will	I2
Crop as you like and show your utmost skill	I2
No stratagems howe'er with culture blend	L
I'll take my portion from the better end	L
Within a week remember I'll be here	R
And recollect you've every thing to fear	S
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AMAZED at what the lordly devil said	L
The clod could naught reply so great his dread	L
But at the gasconade Perretta smiled	L
Who kept his house and weary hours beguiled	L
A sprightly clever lass with prying eye	K2
Who when a shepherdess could more descry	S
Than sheep or lambs she watched upon the plain	L2
If other views or points she sought to gain	L2
Said she weep not I'll undertake at ease	F2
To gull this novice devil as I please	F2
He's young and ignorant has nothing seen	F
Thee from his rage I thoroughly will skreen	F
My little finger if I like can show	W
More malice than his head and body know	W
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THE day arrived our labourer not brave	M2
Concealed himself but not in vault nor cave	M2
He plunged within a vase extremely large	N2
Where holy water always was in charge	N2
No demon would have thought to find him there	S
So well the clod had chosen his repair	S
In sacred stoles he muffled up his skin	F
And 'bove the water only kept his chin	F
There we will leave him while the priests profound	L
Repeated Vade retro round and round	L
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PERRETTA at the house remained to greet	L
The lordly devil whom she hoped to cheat	L
He soon appeared when with dishevelled hair	S
And flowing tears as if o'erwhelmed with care	S
She sallied forth and bitterly complained	L
How oft by Phil she had been scratched and caned	L
Said she the wretch has used me very ill	I2
Of cruelty he has obtained his fill	I2
For God's sake try my lord to get away	I
Just now I heard the savage fellow say	I
He'd with his claws your lordship tear and slash	O2
See only see my lord he made this gash	O2
On which she showed what you will guess no doubt	L
And put the demon presently to rout	L
Who crossed himself and trembled with affright	L
He'd never seen nor heard of such a sight	L
Where scratch from claws or nails had so appeared	L
His fears prevailed and off he quickly steered	L
Perretta left who by her friends around	L
Was complimented on her sense profound	L
That could so well the demon's snares defeat	L
The clergy too pronounced her plan discrete	L

Jean De La Fontaine

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