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By Christopher Smart

It ever was allow’d, dear Madam,   

Ev’n from the days of father Adam,   

Of all perfection flesh is heir to,   

Fair patience is the gentlest virtue;

This is a truth our grandames teach,   

Our poets sing, and parsons preach;   

Yet after all, dear Moll, the fact is   

We seldom put it into practice;   

I’ll warrant (if one knew the truth)   

You’ve call’d me many an idle youth,   

And styled me rude ungrateful bear,   

Enough to make a parson swear.   


      I shall not make a long oration   

      In order for my vindication,   

      For what the plague can I say more   

      Than lazy dogs have done before;   

      Such stuff is nought but mere tautology,   

      And so take that for my apology.   


First then for custards, my dear Mary,   

The produce of your dainty dairy,   

For stew’d, for bak’d, for boil’d, for roast,   

And all the teas and all the toast;   

With thankful tongue and bowing attitude,   

I here present you with my gratitude:   

Next for you apples, pears and plums   

Acknowledgment in order comes;   

For wine, for ale, for fowl, for fish—for   

Ev’n all one’s appetite can wish for:   

But O ye pens, and O ye pencils,   

And all ye scribbling utensils,   

Say in what words and in what metre,

Shall unfeign’d admiration greet her,   

For that rich banquet so refin’d   

Her conversation gave the mind;   

The solid meal of sense and worth,   

Set off by the desert of mirth;   

Wit’s fruit and pleasure’s genial bowl,   

And all the joyous flow of soul;   

For these, and every kind ingredient   

That form’d your love—your most obedient.


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Poet Bio

Christopher Smart
The eccentric English poet Christopher Smart spent a considerable part of his adult life in confinement; besides being imprisoned for debt, he was institutionalized for madness connected to his extreme religious fervor. Almost unknown until the twentieth century, when further manuscripts of his work were discovered, he is best known for poems celebrating God and His Creation. The fragmentary “Rejoice in the Lamb,” with its famous section “For I will consider my cat Jeoffry,” was set to music in 1943 by Benjamin Britten.

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