Election Day

Day 1,152, 01:38 Published in USA USA by SamWystan

*Adapted From Shakespeare*
Something to listen to, though it may clash


BRAD CARRE.
O that we now had here
But one hundred of those voters in the USWP
That do not vote to-day!


SAMWYSTAN.
What's he that wishes so?
My friend Brad Carre? No, my fair friend.
If we are mark'd to lose, we are enough
To do our party loss; and if to win,
The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires;
But if it be a sin to covet honor,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my bud, wish not a vote from the USWP.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honor
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Carre, through my host,
That she which hath no stomach to this vote,
Let her depart. Her passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into her purse.
We would not lose in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to lose with us.
This day is call'd Party President Election Day.
He that outlasts this day, and comes through it,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Wystan.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say, "To-morrow is SamWystan's day."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his ballot,
And say, "This vote I cast on Wystan's day."

Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words,
Old SamWystan, Proteus, and Edwards,
DaSmoe and Glove, Norcalskin and Emerick,
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his noob;
And an election day shall never go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered,
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
For he to-day that casts his votes for me
Shall be my voter; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in other parties now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That voted with us upon Sam Wystan's day.