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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Distress'd Travellers; or, Labour in Vain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I.<br>I sing of a journey to Clifton, <br>We would have perform'd if we could, <br>Without cart or barrow to lift on <br>Poor Mary and me through the mud; <br>Slee, sla, slud, <br>Stuck in the mud, <br>Oh it is pretty to wade through a flood! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II.<br>So away we went, slipping and sliding, <br>Hop, hop, a la mode de deux frogs. <br>'Tis near as good walking as riding, <br>When ladies are dress'd in their clogs. <br>Wheels, no doubt, <br>Go briskly about, <br>But they clatter and rattle, and make such a rout! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III.<br>SHE:<br>Well! now I protest it is charming; <br>How finely the weather improves! <br>That cloud, though, is rather alarming; <br>How slowly and stately it moves! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">HE:<br>Pshaw! never mind; <br>'Tis not in the wind; <br>We are travelling south, and shall leave it behind. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IV.<br>SHE:<br>I am glad we are come for an airing, <br>For folks may be pounded and penn'd, <br>Until they grow rusty, not caring <br>To stir half a mile to an end. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">HE:<br>The longer we stay, <br>The longer we may; <br>It's a folly to think about weather or way. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">V.<br>SHE:<br>But now I begin to be frighted: <br>If I fall, what a way I should roll! <br>I am glad that the bridge was indicted.-- <br>Stop! stop! I am sunk in a hole! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">HE:<br>Nay, never care! <br>'Tis a common affair; <br>You'll not be the last that will set a foot there. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VI.<br>SHE:<br>Let me breathe now alittle, and ponder <br>On what it were better to do. <br>That terrible lane, I see yonder, <br>I think we shall never get through!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">HE:<br>So think I; <br>But, by the bye, <br>We never shall know, if we never should try. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VII.<br>SHE:<br>But should we get there, how shall we get home? <br>What a terrible deal of bad road we have past, <br>Slipping and sliding; and if we should come <br>To a difficult stile, I am ruin'd at last. <br>Oh this lane! <br>Now it is plain <br>That struggling and striving is labour in vain. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VIII.<br>HE:<br>Stick fast there, while I go and look. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">SHE:<br>Don't go away, for fear I should fall! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">HE:<br>I have examin'd it every nook, <br>And what you have here is a sample of all. <br>Come, wheel round; <br>The dirt we have found <br>Would be an estate at a farthing a pound. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IX.<br>Now, Sister Anne, the guitar you must take; <br>Set it, and sing it, and make it a song. <br>I have vari'd the verse for variety sake, <br>And cut it off short, because it was long. <br>'Tis hobbling and lame, <br>Which critics won't blame, <br>For the sense and the sound, they say, should be the same.</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=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a></strong></div>