It ever was allow'd, dear Madam, 
Ev'n from the days of father Adam, 
Of all perfection flesh is heir to, 
Fair patience is the gentlest virtue; 
This is a truth our grandames teach, 
Our poets sing, and parsons preach; 
Yet after all, dear Moll, the fact is 
We seldom put it into practice; 
I'll warrant (if one knew the truth) 
You've call'd me many an idle youth, 
And styl'd me rude ungrateful bear, 
Enough to make a parson swear. 

I shall not make a long oration 
in order for my vindication, 
For what the plague can I say more 
Than lazy dogs have done before; 
Such stuff is naught but mere tautology, 
And so take that for my apology. 

First then for custards, my dear Mary, 
The produce of your dainty dairy, 
For stew'd, for bak'd, for boil'd, for roast, 
And all the teas and all the toast; 
With thankful tongue and bowing attitude, 
I here present you with my gratitude: 
Next for you apples, pears, and plums 
Acknowledgment in order comes; 
For wine, for ale, for fowl, for fish--for 
Ev'n all one's appetite can wish for: 
But O ye pens and O ye pencils, 
And all ye scribbling utensils, 
Say in what words and in what meter, 
Shall unfeign'd admiration greet her, 
For that rich banquet so refin'd 
Her conversation gave the mind; 
The solid meal of sense and worth, 
Set off by the desert of mirth; 
Wit's fruit and pleasure's genial bowl, 
And all the joyous flow of soul; 
For these, and every kind ingredient 
That form'd your love--your most obedient. 

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Poet: Christopher Smart
Poem: Epistle to Mrs. Tyler

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