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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419435" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From The Parish: A Satire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419435" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419435" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In politics and politicians' lies<br>The modern farmer waxes wondrous wise;<br>Opinionates with wisdom all compact,<br>And een could tell a nation how to act;<br>Throws light on darkness with excessive skill,<br>Knows who acts well and whose designs are ill,<br>Proves half the members nought but bribery's tools,<br>And calls the past a dull dark age of fools.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419435" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As wise as Solomon they read the news,<br>Not with their blind forefathers' simple views,<br>Who read of wars, and wished that wars would cease,<br>And blessed the King, and wished his country peace;<br>Who marked the weight of each fat sheep and ox,<br>The price of grain and rise and fall of stocks;<br>Who thought it learning how to buy and sell,<br>And him a wise man who could manage well.<br>No, not with such old-fashioned, idle views<br>Do these newsmongers traffic with the news.<br>They read of politics and not of grain,<br>And speechify and comment and explain,<br>And know so much of Parliament and state<br>You'd think they're members when you heard them prate;<br>And know so little of their farms the while<br>They can but urge a wiser man to smile.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419435" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419435" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A thing all consequence here takes the lead,<br>Reigning knight-errant oer this dirty breed--<br>A bailiff he, and who so great to brag<br>Of law and all its terrors as Bumtagg;<br>Fawning a puppy at his master's side<br>And frowning like a wolf on all beside;<br>Who fattens best where sorrow worst appears<br>And feeds on sad misfortune's bitterest tears?<br>Such is Bumtagg the bailiff to a hair,<br>The worshipper and demon of despair,<br>Who waits and hopes and wishes for success<br>At every nod and signal of distress,<br>Happy at heart, when storms begin to boil,<br>To seek the shipwreck and to share the spoil.<br>Brave is this Bumtagg, match him if you can;<br>For there's none like him living--save his man.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419435" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As every animal assists his kind<br>Just so are these in blood and business joined;<br>Yet both in different colours hide their art,<br>And each as suits his ends transacts his part.<br>One keeps the heart-bred villain full in sight,<br>The other cants and acts the hypocrite,<br>Smoothing the deed where law sharks set their gin<br>Like a coy dog to draw misfortune in.<br>But both will chuckle oer their prisoners' sighs<br>And are as blest as spiders over flies.<br>Such is Bumtagg, whose history I resign,<br>As other knaves wait room to stink and shine;<br>And, as the meanest knave a dog can brag,<br>Such is the lurcher that assists Bumtagg.</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=John+Clare">John Clare</a></strong></div>