English poem
Epigram On The March Of Intellect
by Thomas Oldham (1816–1878)
'March on! march swiftly on!' the people cry, Let us pursue Truth, Knowledge, Liberty! March not so fast, my friends! or you will find, That, in your haste, you've left them all behind. * * * * * One day Maria, that keen-witted Belle, Challenged her Beau to play at Bagatelle. 'What shall we play for?'—Edwin quickly cried; "Whate'er you please;" the smiling girl replied. 'Then for a kiss, fair lady, we will play.' He wins the game, and straight demands his pay. "No"—'Yes'—"I wont"—'You shall'—"I wont be kiss'd: I'll pay you with a check—if you persist."
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