Epistle To Dr. Arbuthnot Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BBCCDD EEFFGGHH IIJKKKLLKKMM NNOPBBQQKKBBK LLKKR SSK TTU K KKR K V WWXXKK KKYYKKQQ ZZA2B2C2C2D2D2LE2KKI IVF2RRG2G2H2H2I2I2J2 K2 KKG2G2L2 M2M2QN2KKB O2O2 P2P2Q2Q2R2R2S2S2T2T2 I2I2KKBBVVU2V2KK KKW2W2X2X2Y2Y2Z2Z2 A3B3KKI2A | |
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Shut shut the door good John fatigu'd I said | B |
Tie up the knocker say I'm sick I'm dead | B |
The dog star rages nay 'tis past a doubt | C |
All Bedlam or Parnassus is let out | C |
Fire in each eye and papers in each hand | D |
They rave recite and madden round the land | D |
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What walls can guard me or what shades can hide | E |
They pierce my thickets through my grot they glide | E |
By land by water they renew the charge | F |
They stop the chariot and they board the barge | F |
No place is sacred not the church is free | G |
Ev'n Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me | G |
Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme | H |
Happy to catch me just at dinner time | H |
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Is there a parson much bemus'd in beer | I |
A maudlin poetess a rhyming peer | I |
A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross | J |
Who pens a stanza when he should engross | K |
Is there who lock'd from ink and paper scrawls | K |
With desp'rate charcoal round his darken'd walls | K |
All fly to Twit'nam and in humble strain | L |
Apply to me to keep them mad or vain | L |
Arthur whose giddy son neglects the laws | K |
Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause | K |
Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope | M |
And curses wit and poetry and Pope | M |
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Friend to my life which did not you prolong | N |
The world had wanted many an idle song | N |
What drop or nostrum can this plague remove | O |
Or which must end me a fool's wrath or love | P |
A dire dilemma either way I'm sped | B |
If foes they write if friends they read me dead | B |
Seiz'd and tied down to judge how wretched I | Q |
Who can't be silent and who will not lie | Q |
To laugh were want of goodness and of grace | K |
And to be grave exceeds all pow'r of face | K |
I sit with sad civility I read | B |
With honest anguish and an aching head | B |
And drop at last but in unwilling ears | K |
This saving counsel 'Keep your piece nine years ' | - |
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'Nine years ' cries he who high in Drury lane | L |
Lull'd by soft zephyrs through the broken pane | L |
Rhymes ere he wakes and prints before Term ends | K |
Oblig'd by hunger and request of friends | K |
'The piece you think is incorrect why take it | R |
I'm all submission what you'd have it make it ' | - |
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Three things another's modest wishes bound | S |
My friendship and a prologue and ten pound | S |
Pitholeon sends to me 'You know his Grace | K |
I want a patron ask him for a place ' | - |
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Pitholeon libell'd me 'but here's a letter | T |
Informs you sir 'twas when he knew no better | T |
Dare you refuse him Curll invites to dine | U |
He'll write a Journal or he'll turn Divine ' | - |
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Bless me a packet ''Tis a stranger sues | K |
A virgin tragedy an orphan muse ' | - |
If I dislike it 'Furies death and rage ' | - |
If I approve 'Commend it to the stage ' | - |
There thank my stars my whole commission ends | K |
The play'rs and I are luckily no friends | K |
Fir'd that the house reject him ''Sdeath I'll print it | R |
And shame the fools your int'rest sir with Lintot ' | - |
'Lintot dull rogue will think your price too much ' | - |
'Not sir if you revise it and retouch ' | - |
All my demurs but double his attacks | K |
At last he whispers 'Do and we go snacks ' | - |
Glad of a quarrel straight I clap the door | V |
'Sir let me see your works and you no more ' | - |
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'Tis sung when Midas' ears began to spring | W |
Midas a sacred person and a king | W |
His very minister who spied them first | X |
Some say his queen was forc'd to speak or burst | X |
And is not mine my friend a sorer case | K |
When ev'ry coxcomb perks them in my face | K |
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'Good friend forbear you deal in dang'rous things | K |
I'd never name queens ministers or kings | K |
Keep close to ears and those let asses prick | Y |
'Tis nothing' Nothing if they bite and kick | Y |
Out with it Dunciad let the secret pass | K |
That secret to each fool that he's an ass | K |
The truth once told and wherefore should we lie | Q |
The queen of Midas slept and so may I | Q |
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You think this cruel take it for a rule | Z |
No creature smarts so little as a fool | Z |
Let peals of laughter Codrus round thee break | A2 |
Thou unconcern'd canst hear the mighty crack | B2 |
Pit box and gall'ry in convulsions hurl'd | C2 |
Thou stand'st unshook amidst a bursting world | C2 |
Who shames a scribbler break one cobweb through | D2 |
He spins the slight self pleasing thread anew | D2 |
Destroy his fib or sophistry in vain | L |
The creature's at his dirty work again | E2 |
Thron'd in the centre of his thin designs | K |
Proud of a vast extent of flimsy lines | K |
Whom have I hurt has poet yet or peer | I |
Lost the arch'd eye brow or Parnassian sneer | I |
And has not Colley still his lord and whore | V |
His butchers Henley his Free masons Moore | F2 |
Does not one table Bavius still admit | R |
Still to one bishop Philips seem a wit | R |
Still Sappho 'Hold for God sake you'll offend | G2 |
No names be calm learn prudence of a friend | G2 |
I too could write and I am twice as tall | H2 |
But foes like these ' One flatt'rer's worse than all | H2 |
Of all mad creatures if the learn'd are right | I2 |
It is the slaver kills and not the bite | I2 |
A fool quite angry is quite innocent | J2 |
Alas 'tis ten times worse when they repent | K2 |
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One dedicates in high heroic prose | K |
And ridicules beyond a hundred foes | K |
One from all Grub Street will my fame defend | G2 |
And more abusive calls himself my friend | G2 |
This prints my Letters that expects a bribe | L2 |
And others roar aloud 'Subscribe subscribe ' | - |
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There are who to my person pay their court | M2 |
I cough like Horace and though lean am short | M2 |
Ammon's great son one shoulder had too high | Q |
Such Ovid's nose and 'Sir you have an eye' | N2 |
Go on obliging creatures make me see | K |
All that disgrac'd my betters met in me | K |
Say for my comfort languishing in bed | B |
'Just so immortal Maro held his head ' | - |
And when I die be sure you let me know | O2 |
Great Homer died three thousand years ago | O2 |
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Why did I write what sin to me unknown | P2 |
Dipp'd me in ink my parents' or my own | P2 |
As yet a child nor yet a fool to fame | Q2 |
I lisp'd in numbers for the numbers came | Q2 |
I left no calling for this idle trade | R2 |
No duty broke no father disobey'd | R2 |
The Muse but serv'd to ease some friend not wife | S2 |
To help me through this long disease my life | S2 |
To second Arbuthnot thy art and care | T2 |
And teach the being you preserv'd to bear | T2 |
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But why then publish Granville the polite | I2 |
And knowing Walsh would tell me I could write | I2 |
Well natur'd Garth inflamed with early praise | K |
And Congreve lov'd and Swift endur'd my lays | K |
The courtly Talbot Somers Sheffield read | B |
Ev'n mitred Rochester would nod the head | B |
And St John's self great Dryden's friends before | V |
With open arms receiv'd one poet more | V |
Happy my studies when by these approv'd | U2 |
Happier their author when by these belov'd | V2 |
From these the world will judge of men and books | K |
Not from the Burnets Oldmixons and Cookes | K |
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Soft were my numbers who could take offence | K |
While pure description held the place of sense | K |
Like gentle Fanny's was my flow'ry theme | W2 |
A painted mistress or a purling stream | W2 |
Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill | X2 |
I wish'd the man a dinner and sat still | X2 |
Yet then did Dennis rave in furious fret | Y2 |
I never answer'd I was not in debt | Y2 |
If want provok'd or madness made them print | Z2 |
I wag'd no war with Bedlam or the Mint | Z2 |
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Did some more sober critic come abroad | A3 |
If wrong I smil'd if right I kiss'd the rod | B3 |
Pains reading study are their just pretence | K |
And all they want is spirit taste and sense | K |
Commas and points they set exactly right | I2 |
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Alexander Pope
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