How arts improve
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erastesHow arts improve in this degenerate age
Peers mount the Box and Horses tread the stage
Whilst waltzing Females, with unblushing face,
Disdain to dance, but in a man's embrace;
How arts improve when modesty is dead
And taste and sense are, like our bullion, fled.
I just found this dear little poem online. Written by some religious fundamentalist in the Bible Belt as an explanation of the credit crunch?
No! It's by Richard Brinsley Sheridan (yes, THAT Sheridan) and published in the Derby Mercury in ...
1811.
Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose
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Date: 2009-01-11 08:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-11 08:57 pm (UTC)That makes me die so much. "Dear Sheridan is getting on so well with his crochet."
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