A quick intrapost post..
After stumbling across John Donne's "The Flea" last night, it struck us that things really don't change over the centuries. So, with that in mind here is Sarkozy's lament to Merkel over the EFSF.
The Fund
Mark but this fund and market this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this fund our two bonds mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of ratings led;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
The Chinese to swell one bond made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we could do.
O stay, three lives in one fund at par,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This fund is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and fiscal union is.
Though public grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these rules we set.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Defaulted thy bond, in plea of innocence?
Wherein could this fund guilty be,
Except in that buck which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this funds death took life from thee.
After stumbling across John Donne's "The Flea" last night, it struck us that things really don't change over the centuries. So, with that in mind here is Sarkozy's lament to Merkel over the EFSF.
The Fund
Mark but this fund and market this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this fund our two bonds mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of ratings led;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
The Chinese to swell one bond made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we could do.
O stay, three lives in one fund at par,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This fund is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and fiscal union is.
Though public grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these rules we set.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Defaulted thy bond, in plea of innocence?
Wherein could this fund guilty be,
Except in that buck which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this funds death took life from thee.
5 comments
Click here for commentsFantastic :)
ReplyWhat a great tonic you lot have been all month.
Pol,
ReplyDid you major in English Lit or were you force fed poetry at home or in junior school? Your facility with literary pastiche is astonishing...
Bravo! and wondrous! (much applause!)
ReplyBravo! Surely there is a career in mixing poetry and finance :>)
Replythanks folks .. No LB I was straight sciences. Must be my non conformist streak. Put me in a school full of classicists I go all science and then put me in a job surrounded by quants and I go all dreamy.
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