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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341097" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Challenge: A Court Ballad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341097" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I. <br>To one fair lady out of Court,<br>And two fair ladies in,<br>Who think the Turk and Pope a sport,<br>And wit and love no sin!<br>Come, these soft lines, with nothing stiff in,<br>To Bellenden, Lepell, and Griffin.<br>With a fa, la, la.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341097" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341097" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What passes in the dark third row,<br>And what behind the scene,<br>Couches and crippled chairs I know,<br>And garrets hung with green;<br>I know the swing of sinful hack,<br>Where many damsels cry alack.<br>With a fa, la, la.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341097" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III.<br>Then why to Courts should I repair,<br>Where's such ado with Townsend?<br>To hear each mortal stamp and swear,<br>And every speech with 'Zounds' end;<br>To hear them rail at honest Sunderland,<br>And rashly blame the realm of Blunderland.<br>With a fa, la, la.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341097" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IV. <br>Alas! like Schutz I cannot pun,<br>Like Grafton court the Germans;<br>Tell Pickenbourg how slim she's grown,<br>Like Meadows run to sermons;<br>To court ambitious men may roam,<br>But I and Marlbro' stay at home.<br>With a fa, la, la.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341097" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">V. <br>In truth, by what I can discern,<br>Of courtiers, 'twixt you three,<br>Some wit you have, and more may learn<br>From Court, than Gay or Me:<br>Perhaps, in time, you'll leave high diet,<br>To sup with us on milk and quiet.<br>With a fa, la, la.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341097" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VI. <br>At Leicester Fields, a house full nigh,<br>With door all painted green,<br>(A Milliner, I mean); <br>There may you meet us three to three,<br>For Gay can well make two of Me.<br>With a fa, la, la. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341097" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VII. <br>But should you catch the prudish itch,<br>And each become a coward,<br>Bring sometimes with you lady Rich,<br>And sometimes mistress Howard;<br>For virgins, to keep chaste, must go<br>Abroad with such as are not so.<br>With a fa, la, la.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341097" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VIII.<br>And thus, fair maids, my ballad ends;<br>God send the king safe landing;<br>And make all honest ladies friends<br>To armies that are standing;<br>Preserve the limits of those nations,<br>And take off ladies' limitations.<br>With a fa, la, la.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Alexander+Pope">Alexander Pope</a></strong></div>