Book I. Epistle Vii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFGGHH GIJJJ KKLLM N OOPQJJRRST OOJJUUVTUUWW DDXXYYK UUZZA2A2ZZTTOZB2B2C2 C2D2D2KKJJ OO B2B2| IMITATED IN THE MANNER OF DR SWIFT | A |
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| 'Tis true my lord I gave my word | B |
| I would be with you June the third | B |
| Changed it to August and in short | C |
| Have kept it as you do at court | C |
| You humour me when I am sick | D |
| Why not when I am splenetic | D |
| In town what objects could I meet | E |
| The shops shut up in every street | E |
| And funerals blackening all the doors | F |
| And yet more melancholy whores | F |
| And what a dust in every place | G |
| And a thin court that wants your face | G |
| And fevers raging up and down | H |
| And W and H both in town | H |
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| 'The dog days are no more the case ' | - |
| 'Tis true but winter comes apace | G |
| Then southward let your bard retire | I |
| Hold out some months 'twixt sun and fire | J |
| And you shall see the first warm weather | J |
| Me and the butterflies together | J |
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| My lord your favours well I know | K |
| 'Tis with distinction you bestow | K |
| And not to every one that comes | L |
| Just as a Scotchman does his plums | L |
| 'Pray take them sir enough's a feast | M |
| Eat some and pocket up the rest ' | - |
| What rob your boys those pretty rogues | N |
| 'No sir you'll leave them to the hogs ' | - |
| Thus fools with compliments besiege ye | O |
| Contriving never to oblige ye | O |
| Scatter your favours on a fop | P |
| Ingratitude's the certain crop | Q |
| And 'tis but just I'll tell ye wherefore | J |
| You give the things you never care for | J |
| A wise man always is or should | R |
| Be mighty ready to do good | R |
| But makes a difference in his thought | S |
| Betwixt a guinea and a groat | T |
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| Now this I'll say you'll find in me | O |
| A safe companion and a free | O |
| But if you'd have me always near | J |
| A word pray in your honour's ear | J |
| I hope it is your resolution | U |
| To give me back my constitution | U |
| The sprightly wit the lively eye | V |
| Th' engaging smile the gaiety | T |
| That laugh'd down many a summer sun | U |
| And kept you up so oft till one | U |
| And all that voluntary vein | W |
| As when Belinda raised my strain | W |
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| A weasel once made shift to slink | D |
| In at a corn loft through a chink | D |
| But having amply stuff'd his skin | X |
| Could not get out as he got in | X |
| Which one belonging to the house | Y |
| 'Twas not a man it was a mouse | Y |
| Observing cried 'You 'scape not so | K |
| Lean as you came sir you must go ' | - |
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| Sir you may spare your application | U |
| I'm no such beast nor his relation | U |
| Nor one that temperance advance | Z |
| Cramm'd to the throat with ortolans | Z |
| Extremely ready to resign | A2 |
| All that may make me none of mine | A2 |
| South Sea subscriptions take who please | Z |
| Leave me but liberty and ease | Z |
| 'Twas what I said to Craggs and Child | T |
| Who praised my modesty and smiled | T |
| Give me I cried enough for me | O |
| My bread and independency | Z |
| So bought an annual rent or two | B2 |
| And lived just as you see I do | B2 |
| Near fifty and without a wife | C2 |
| I trust that sinking fund my life | C2 |
| Can I retrench Yes mighty well | D2 |
| Shrink back to my paternal cell | D2 |
| A little house with trees a row | K |
| And like its master very low | K |
| There died my father no man's debtor | J |
| And there I'll die nor worse nor better | J |
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| To set this matter full before ye | O |
| Our old friend Swift will tell his story | O |
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| 'Harley the nation's great support' | B2 |
| But you may read it I stop short | B2 |
Alexander Pope
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