Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Getting things right for farmers and New Zealand
“I am a farmer. Hath not a farmer eyes?
Hath not a farmer hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as townies?
If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die?”
Which, as we all know, continues...
… and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge! If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge!
The villainy you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
For shame, sir.
Word Verification: hoddlena, Irish Gaelic for a female brick-carrying implement; pronounced ghoedhléannagh.