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None of us is as smart as all of us.

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Smart Woman

Smart woman (in a real short skirt)
By: jimmy buffett, marshall chapman
1988
This song is about being in my 40's in the 80's. it seems i'm learing more than i'm forgetting.
-- spoken:
"so i told her, ooh you got money of your own? well, that gives me the urge to merge."
Bimbo limbo is where i've been
I know you know that it's wearing me thin
The times are changing, and it's about time
I'm rearrangin' all the guilt in my mind
Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home
I'm not your macho kind of guy
But i can be so when i'm feeling shy
Hey, baby, where'd you get your good looks
Ooh, babe, i want to carry your books
Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home
Beauty and brains (beauty and brains)
Best of both worlds (best of both worlds)
Think i can change (think i can change)
If you'll be my, be my, be my girl
Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home
Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman better take me home
Take me home

song performed by Jimmy Buffett
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Cheaters Road

(jason sellers/sharon rice)
Down a dirt road in southern louisiana
Flew a white continental with the top laid back
Pretty blonde sittin on a seat of red leather
Dust blowin outta those well wore tracks
She goin back
Moss hangin down like beards in the bayou
Old folks watchin from a rockin chair
Aint no place for a girl of her state
Shes gonna ruin her reputation
She dont care cause hes waitin there
Shes gonna say
Tell me you think that Im pretty
Tell me you think that Im smart
Tell me anything and Ill believe it
cause Im listening with my heart
Maybe its wrong but thats the way it goes
When the only love you get is down
Cheaters road
Bedsprings rubbin her back through the blanket
Sweat like a tear rollin down her neck
Watchin him pullin down the shades on the window
Shed rather have him than an empty bed and her self respect
And she says
Tell me you think that Im pretty
Tell me you think that Im smart
Tell me anything and Ill believe it
cause Im listening with my heart
Maybe its wrong but thats the way it goes
When the only love you get is down
Cheaters road
Old man countin his money in the city
Nothin but the bottom dollar on his mind
The whole situation is a downright pity
He didnt even notice when she crossed that line
When she crossed that line
And she said
Tell me you think that Im pretty
Tell me you think that Im smart
Tell me anything and Ill believe it
cause Im listening with my heart
Maybe its wrong but thats the way it goes
When the only love you get is down
Cheaters road
Down cheaters road
Oh tell me you think that Im pretty
Tell me you think that Im smart
Oh tell me you think that Im pretty
Tell me you think that Im smart
Oh tell me you think that Im pretty

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song performed by Lonestar
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Smart Woman (In A Real Short Skirt)

Smart Woman (in a real short skirt)
-----------------------------------
by Jimmy Buffett and Marshall Chapman
Bimbo limbo is where I been.
I know you know it's been wearin' me thin.
Times are changing, and I think it's time.
I'm rearranging all the guilt in my mind.
Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt,
A smart woman who knows how to flirt,
A smart woman, got a mind of her own,
A smart woman who'll take me home,
Take me home.
I'm not your macho kind of guy,
But I can be so when I'm feeling shy.
Hey, baby, where'd you get your good looks?
Ooh, babe, I want to carry your books.
(CHORUS)
Beauty and brains (beauty and brains),
The best of both worlds (best of both worlds)
I think I could change (think I could change)
If you'd be my, be my, be my girl.
(CHORUS twice

song performed by Jimmy Buffett
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If You Be Wise

See her candle,
Waver in the window of her summer night.
Lying on the breeze,
She tries to fall asleep.
Flights of fancy,
Dancing through her memories like arabian nights.
He is riding on his wings of fire,
And flies away.
She can still hear him say.
If youll be wise,
If youll be smart,
Dont let a travelin man take your heart.
Take my advice,
Dont let it start,
Youll think youre different from the rest.
Youll try to do your part,
Until he breaks your heart.
Lunch for the lonely,
Looking at picture postcards of someone elses scene.
Somehow they dont seem real,
The seas too green.
Somebody calls her,
Giving out information,
About the boy on the moon.
Suddenly its all too much,
To be told,
What she already knows.
If youll be wise,
If youll be smart,
Dont let a travelin man take your heart.
Take my advice,
Dont let it start,
cause youve been told too many times.
(instrumental)
If youll be wise,
If youll be smart,
Dont let a travelin man take your heart.
Take my advice,
Dont let it start,
cause youve been told too many times.
If youll be wise,
If youll be smart,
Dont let a travelin man take your heart.
Take my advice,
Dont let it start,
cause when he comes and needs a friend,
Hell do it all again.
Better be smart,
Hes breakin your heart,
Find you another lover.

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song performed by Kenny Loggins
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War Again

Dont you know we got smart bombs, its a good thing that our bombs are clever.
Dont you know that the smart bombs are so clever, they only kill bad people.
Dont you know though our kids are dumb, we got smart bombs, what a joyous
Thing.
Here we go so lets drink a toast, to those clever bombs, and the men who
Built them.
(chorus)
There they go now, there go all my friends
There they go now, marching off to war again
With their bright flags waving in the wind
There they go now, marching off to war again
Smiling proudly, with their heads in the clouds.
Dont you know this is better than any video friend. its an action movie.
Here we go watch the bad guys get their butts kicked. really makes me feel
Good. here we go watching cnn, the adrenaline rushes through my veins.
Dont you know its a feel good show, electronic bliss. its a video, video...
(chorus)
Arent you glad we got smart bombs, its a damn good thing our bombs are clever
Its a shame that our kids are dumb, but our bombs are smart, what a lucky
Thing now
Dont you know its a feel good show and its suitable for the whole darn family
Come on out everybody shout, give a big salute to our ingenuity
Dont you know this is better than, any video friend, its an action movie...
Here we go, watch the bad guys get their butts kicked, and it makes me feel good.
Dont you know its nintendo, really gets the blood flowing thru my veins now
Dont you know its a feel-good show, electronic bliss, its a video, video

song performed by Oingo Boingo
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Tale XXI

The Learned Boy

An honest man was Farmer Jones, and true;
He did by all as all by him should do;
Grave, cautious, careful, fond of gain was he,
Yet famed for rustic hospitality:
Left with his children in a widow'd state,
The quiet man submitted to his fate;
Though prudent matrons waited for his call,
With cool forbearance he avoided all;
Though each profess'd a pure maternal joy,
By kind attention to his feeble boy;
And though a friendly Widow knew no rest,
Whilst neighbour Jones was lonely and distress'd;
Nay, though the maidens spoke in tender tone
Their hearts' concern to see him left alone,
Jones still persisted in that cheerless life,
As if 'twere sin to take a second wife.
Oh! 'tis a precious thing, when wives are dead,
To find such numbers who will serve instead;
And in whatever state a man be thrown,
'Tis that precisely they would wish their own;
Left the departed infants--then their joy
Is to sustain each lovely girl and boy:
Whatever calling his, whatever trade,
To that their chief attention has been paid;
His happy taste in all things they approve,
His friends they honour, and his food they love;
His wish for order, prudence in affairs,
An equal temper (thank their stars!), are theirs;
In fact, it seem'd to be a thing decreed,
And fix'd as fate, that marriage must succeed:
Yet some, like Jones, with stubborn hearts and

hard,
Can hear such claims and show them no regard.
Soon as our Farmer, like a general, found
By what strong foes he was encompass'd round,
Engage he dared not, and he could not fly,
But saw his hope in gentle parley lie;
With looks of kindness then, and trembling heart,
He met the foe, and art opposed to art.
Now spoke that foe insidious--gentle tones,
And gentle looks, assumed for Farmer Jones:
'Three girls,' the Widow cried, 'a lively three
To govern well--indeed it cannot be.'
'Yes,' he replied, 'it calls for pains and care:
But I must bear it.'--'Sir, you cannot bear;
Your son is weak, and asks a mother's eye:'
'That, my kind friend, a father's may supply.'

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poem by George Crabbe
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Keeping His First Wife Now

IT’S OH! for a rivet in marriage bonds,
And a splice in the knot untied—
The sanctity of the marriage tie
Is growing more sanctified!
They’re getting mixed up in society,
There’s an awful family row,
For Reginald Jones of “The Fernery”
Is “keeping” his first wife now!

Oh! she belonged to the smart, smart set
(Where reasons are far to seek)—
And the wedding and “crush” are remembered yet
As the “smart” things of the week.
Never an atom of love had she,
But they had a child somehow—
And Reginald Jones of “The Fernery”
Has the love of his first wife now.

Mad for “notice” and “talk” was she—
A butterfly blind as a bat—
She would flaunt for a season a divorcee,
Or divorce him, failing that.
He played his part and she held his heart
As light as her marriage vow—
But Reginald Jones of “The Fernery”
Has a hold on his first wife now.

She swore in Court what the world knew false,
With never a thought of shame—
She was free to flaunt to her heart’s content,
But she found it mighty tame:
The talk of the “town” for a week or two—
The gush, the smirk and the bow—
But Reginald Jones of “The Fernery”
Is the God of his first wife now!

Her soul grew sick of the smart, smart set,
Or her conscience drove her wild—
Or she craved for “notice” and “talk” once more—
Or perhaps because of the child;
But they met at last and they met again—
No matter the where or how—
And Reginald Jones of “The Fernery”
Is in love with his first wife now.

’Tis a “terrible life” for the second young wife,
But she married him too for “place”;
And she mustn’t forget that a smarting set
Belongs to the human race.
They say it’s fixed up in camera,

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poem by Henry Lawson
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To Mignon

OVER vale and torrent far
Rolls along the sun's bright car.
Ah! he wakens in his course

Mine, as thy deep-seated smart

In the heart.
Ev'ry morning with new force.

Scarce avails night aught to me;
E'en the visions that I see
Come but in a mournful guise;

And I feel this silent smart

In my heart
With creative pow'r arise.

During many a beauteous year
I have seen ships 'neath me steer,
As they seek the shelt'ring bay;

But, alas, each lasting smart

In my heart
Floats not with the stream away.

I must wear a gala dress,
Long stored up within my press,
For to-day to feasts is given;

None know with what bitter smart

Is my heart
Fearfully and madly riven.

Secretly I weep each tear,
Yet can cheerful e'en appear,
With a face of healthy red;

For if deadly were this silent smart

In my heart,
Ah, I then had long been dead!
-----
THE MOUNTAIN CASTLE.

THERE stands on yonder high mountain

A castle built of yore,

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poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Absence

WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep,
Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea,
My wand'ring eye beholds the foamy deep,
I mark the restless surge­and think of THEE.
The curling waves, the passing breezes move,
Changing and treach'rous as the breath of LOVE;
The "sad similitude" awakes my smart,
And thy dear image twines about my heart.

When at the sober hour of sinking day,
Exhausted Nature steals to soft repose,
When the hush'd linnet slumbers on the spray,
And scarce a ZEPHYR fans the drooping ROSE;
I glance o'er scenes of bliss to friendship dear,
And at the fond remembrance drop a tear;
Nor can the balmy incense soothe my smart,
Still cureless sorrow preys upon my heart.

When the loud gambols of the village throng,
Drown the lorn murmurs of the ring-dove's throat;
I think I hear thy fascinating song,
Join the melodious minstrel's tuneful note­
My list'ning ear soon tells me ­'tis not THEE,
Nor THY lov'd song­nor THY soft minstrelsy;
In vain I turn away to hide my smart,
Thy dulcet numbers vibrate in my heart.

When with the Sylvan train I seek the grove,
Where MAY'S soft breath diffuses incense round,
Where VENUS smiles serene, and sportive LOVE
With thornless ROSES spreads the fairy ground;
The voice of pleasure dies upon mine ear,
My conscious bosom sighs­THOU ART NOT HERE !
Soft tears of fond regret reveal its smart,
And sorrow, restless sorrow, chills my heart.

When at my matin pray'rs I prostrate kneel,
And Court RELIGION's aid to soothe my woe,
The meek-ey'd saint who pities what I feel,
Forbids the sigh to heave, the tear to flow;
For ah ! no vulgar passion fills my mind,
Calm REASON's hand illumes the flame refin'd,
ALL the pure feelings FRIENDSHIP can impart,
Live in the centre of my aching heart.

When at the still and solemn hour of night,
I press my lonely couch to find repose;
Joyless I watch the pale moon's chilling light,
Where thro' the mould'ring tow'r the north-wind blows;
My fev'rish lids no balmy slumbers own,

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poem by Mary Darby Robinson
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Brow Beating

Yak- a- back- smart- back- talk- a- back- yak.
I absolutely hate it.
People with status power of position
the only thing they have to do is brow beat,
by only using their brows to entreat.

Buuuuut if you are on the dole all what you will get is
Yak- a-back- smart- back- talk- a- back- yak.
And you can not talk back as if the person on the dole
was some sort of barbarian
unworthy of being an Australian.

There is so much power in those brows
and it accomplishes so much instead of wasting time with
Yak- a- back- smart- back- talk- a-back- yak
Things get done straight away with brow beat
and there is no need to explain to take away the heat.

So much authority accompany those brows
where ever they go nobody stands in the way and there is no;
Yak- a- back- smart- back- talk- a- back- yak.
With authority, status power and position
so much can be done that come to fruition.

With brow beating I wish I can bash their
bloody brains in and destroy the mongrels with my brows.
But if you are on the dole or old you will have to put up with
Yak- a- back- smart- back- talk- a- back- yak
which is one big pain in the bum and yuk.

poem by Jerry Behr Number 2
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Poo Secrets

Poo Secrets

Are never kept..) It(s..adored
...) it(s..sharing....) it(...with..you

) it(s my deepest darkest fears you out found here.

If I am so smart why does It rant? you
are feeling this.
If I am so smart how did I end up inside
those cold, fast thighs?
I was smart enough to dodge, your slap.
Then the abuse really started....
I kept going back for more...
her verbals became more than Pascals.
My body became more, than her work of art.
It just, was not very smart enough, it became...
Her very own, personal....toy to hurt to maim..
just for joy..as it became dumber she became
smarter in waves...smarter so smart, she
could even stick knives in...it, > it

poem by Is It Poetry
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Smart women love smart men more than smart men love smart women.

quote by Natalie Portman
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Consultant

What is that?
That is what
Why's it rye?
That is why

How was Dow?
That was how
When was ten?
That was when

You'd do that?
No, you'd do that!
You'd clear that?
No, you'd clear that!

You are smart
Yes, I'm smart
You are clever
Yes, I'm clever

You know what?
What to know?
I know that
So you know?

Am I smart?
No, you're not
Am I clever?
No, not ever

If you're smart
You don't bark
If you're clever
you don't hire

(Jakarta,12th August 2009)

poem by Ahmad Arli Hikmawan
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Triggerman

I ain't got a name
Don't got a face
No fingerprints
Or D.N.A
I ain't got no eyes
Don't got a tongue
But I know what's going on
I'm deaf and dumb
I'm pure non-enitity
Don't even look for me
I watch you when you sleep
I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'll keep you on your knees
I am the brain police
I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'm full of dirty tricks
I'm twice as smart
And certaigly
Twice as sick
I'm allways out of sight
A shadow in the mist
I don't need an alibi
Cuz, I dont excist
Well, I am invinsible
To the naked eye
I never leave a trace
Can't be identified
I'm pure non-enitity
Don't even look for me
I watch you when you sleep
I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'll keep you on your knees
I am the brain police
I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'm full of dirty tricks
I'm twice as smart
And certaigly
Twice as sick
He's sick, he's sick
He's really,really sick
I'm pure non-enitity
Don't even look for me
I watch you when you sleep
I am the triggerman
I am the underhand
I'll keep you on your knees

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song performed by Alice Cooper
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Dont Run Away

(tell me) does your head keep turning,
From the feelings churning,
Deep inside of you?
(tell me) when your mind is racing,
All the things youre chasing,
Worth your while, well?
(tell me) dont you ever question
Why youre always guessin
Reasons for your life?
(listen) theres no need to waver,
Long ago the savior,
Died...for you, so,
Dont run away,
Youre headed no where, (dont run away....)
Keep up the face,
Youre gonna go there, (keep up the face.)
Youll feel alone,
Who do you know there?
Please turn back now.
Dont run away,
He wants your heart now, (dont run away....)
Hear what I say,
And play it smart now, (what I say....)
Wise up today,
And give him all of your love....
(tell me) does the fear of losing
Keep your heart from choosing
Who has hold of you?
(tell me) have you felt the yearning,
Deep inside, a burning
Need for love, now?
(tell me) tell me, can you sense a fighting?
Hate is now igniting,
Fear of loving you.
(listen) listen, God is still here waiting;
Hell remove the hating
Part...of you, so,
Dont run away,
Youre headed no where, (dont run away....)
Keep up the face,
Youre gonna go there, (keep up the face.)
Youll feel alone,
Who do you know there?
Please turn back now.
Dont run away,
He wants your heart now, (dont run away....)
Hear what I say,
And play it smart now, (what I say....)
Wise up today,
And give him all of your love....

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song performed by Amy Grant
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Fall Dog Bombs The Moon

- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Hope little girl
Come blow me away
I don't care much
I will anyway
Just a dog
I'm Goddamn rich
I'm exploading mad
When I talk in the night
It's all in my hands
What a dog
Fall Dog is good and smart
Smart time breaks the heart
Fall Dog bombs the moon
Devil in the market place
Devil in your bleeding face
Fall Dog bombs the moon
What a dog
There's always a moron
Someone to hate
A corporate tire
A wig in the date
Just a dog
These blackest of years
That have no sound
No shape, no depth
No underground
What a dog
Fall Dog is good and smart
Smart time breaks the heart
Fall Dog bombs the moon
The Devil in the market place
The Devil in your bleeding face
Fall Dog bombs the moon
What a dog

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Baby Britain

Baby britain feels the best floating over a sea of vodka
Separated from the rest
Fights problems with bigger problems
Sees the ocean fall and rise
Counts the waves that somehow didnt hit her
Water pouring from her eyes
Alcoholic and very bitter
For someone half as smart youd be a work of art
You put yourself apart
And I cant help until you start
We knocked another couple back
The dead soldiers lined up on the table
Still prepared for an attack
They didnt know theyd been disabled
Felt a wave a rush of blood
You wont be happy til the bottles broken
And youre out swimming in the flood
You kept back you kept unspoken
For someone half as smart youd be a work of art
You put yourself apart
And I cant help until you start
You got a look in your eye
When youre saying goodbye
Like you wanna say hi
The light was on but it was dim
Revolvers been turned over
And now its ready once again
The radio was playing crimson and clover
London bridge is safe and sound
No matter what you keep repeating
Nothings gonna drag me down
To a death thats not worth cheating
For someone half as smart youd be a work of art
You put yourself apart
And I cant help until you start
For someone half as smart youd be a work of art
You put yourself apart

song performed by Elliott Smith
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Talk To Her

When you talk to her talk to her
Like it was somebody else
Talk to your mama
Dont get smart
But I have a heart to heart
And just like you would
Would you doubt us
Cause everything you do or say
You got to live with everyday
Shes somebodys baby
Shes somebodys sister
Shes somebodys mama
Now when you go to her
Speak truthfully
Honest as you can be from your heart
Youre in a situation
But youre losing patience
Take your time and look her in the eyes
When you just cant find the words you want
And its hard to reach a point
Where you both can understand
Dont just tell the truth
But tell the whole truth
Itll make a better man out of you
When you talk to her talk to her
Like it was somebody else
Talk to your mama
Dont get smart
But I have a heart to heart
And just like you would
Would you doubt us
Cause everything you do or say
You got to live with everyday
Shes somebodys baby
Shes somebodys sister
Shes somebodys mama
He doesnt matter if
Shes wearing mini skirt or business suit
Whether shes twenty-five or ninety-nine
Treat her the way your mama talked you to
She could be the queen shieber, she could be a school teacher
A homemaker or lawyer
I think its good for your comma
Cause when you talk to her
When you talk to her talk to her
Like it was somebody else
Talk to your mama
Dont get smart
But I have a heart to heart
And just like you would

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song performed by India Arie
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Dyin Of A Broken Heart

(micky dolenz)
Micky dolenz music (bmi)
Lead vocal: micky dolenz
I told my doctor somethings wrong with me
She said gimme forty dollars and well look and see
Hop up on the table now well take some blood
Find out what youre dyin of
She called me in the morning and she said now herere the facts
Well, it isnt your liver and it isnt your back
Its not your blood sugar or the asian flu
Thats not what killing you
Youre dyin of a broken heart
It really wasnt very smart
You lived through nixon and a drug or two
Just to get your due
Dyin of a broken heart
I called my analyst said I was a mess
He said gimme hundred dollars and well take a test
Lie down on the couch and tell me what you dream
It really isnt what it seems
Youre dyin
Youre dyin of a broken heart
And Im cryin
It really wasnt very smart
I lived through nixon and a drug or two
Just to get your due
Dyin of a broken heart
Youre dyin
Youre dyin of a broken heart
And Im cryin
It really wasnt very smart
I lived through nixon and a drug or two
Just to get your due
Dyin of a broken heart
Youre dyin of a broken heart
It really wasnt very smart
I lived through nixon and a drug or two
Just to get your due
Dyin of a broken heart
(get your due)
Dyin of a broken heart
(get your due)
Dyin of a broken heart
Dyin
Dyin
Dyin

song performed by Monkees
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The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba

WHAT various ways in which a thing is told
Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold;
In stories we invention may admit;
But diff'rent 'tis with what historick writ;
Posterity demands that truth should then
Inspire relation, and direct the pen.

ALACIEL'S story's of another kind,
And I've a little altered it, you'll find;
Faults some may see, and others disbelieve;
'Tis all the same:--'twill never make me grieve;
Alaciel's mem'ry, it is very clear,
Can scarcely by it lose; there's naught to fear.
Two facts important I have kept in view,
In which the author fully I pursue;
The one--no less than eight the belle possessed,
Before a husband's sight her eyes had blessed;
The other is, the prince she was to wed
Ne'er seemed to heed this trespass on his bed,
But thought, perhaps, the beauty she had got
Would prove to any one a happy lot.

HOWE'ER this fair, amid adventures dire,
More sufferings shared than malice could desire;
Though eight times, doubtless, she exchanged her knight
No proof, that she her spouse was led to slight;
'Twas gratitude, compassion, or good will;
The dread of worse;--she'd truly had her fill;
Excuses just, to vindicate her fame,
Who, spite of troubles, fanned the monarch's flame:
Of eight the relict, still a maid received ;--
Apparently, the prince her pure believed;
For, though at times we may be duped in this,
Yet, after such a number--strange to miss!
And I submit to those who've passed the scene,
If they, to my opinion, do not lean.

THE king of Alexandria, Zarus named,
A daughter had, who all his fondness claimed,
A star divine Alaciel shone around,
The charms of beauty's queen were in her found;
With soul celestial, gracious, good, and kind,
And all-accomplished, all-complying mind.

THE, rumour of her worth spread far and wide,
The king of Garba asked her for his bride,
And Mamolin (the sov'reign of the spot,)
To other princes had a pref'rence got.

THE fair, howe'er, already felt the smart

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