Sandys Ghost ; A Proper Ballad On The New Ovid's Metamorphosis Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCE FGGG HIHI JGKG ILIL MHMH HEHE NINI HIHI GIGI GGGG ONON HGHG NGNG HIHI NINI IGIG PI IYe Lords and Commons Men of Wit | A |
And Pleasure about Town | B |
Read this ere you translate one Bit | A |
Of Books of high Renown | B |
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Beware of Latin Authors all | C |
Nor think your Verses Sterling | D |
Though with a Golden Pen you scrawl | C |
And scribble in a Berlin | E |
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For not the Desk with silver Nails | F |
Nor Bureau of Expense | G |
Nor standish well japann'd avails | G |
To writing of good Sense | G |
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Hear how a Ghost in dead of Night | H |
With saucer Eyes of Fire | I |
In woeful wise did sore affright | H |
A Wit and courtly 'Squire | I |
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Rare Imp and Phoebus hopeful Youth | J |
Like Puppy tame that uses | G |
To fetch and carry in his Mouth | K |
The Works of all the Muses | G |
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Ah why did he write Poetry | I |
That hereto was so civil | L |
And sell his soul for vanity | I |
To Rhyming and the Devil | L |
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A Desk he had of curious Work | M |
With glittering Studs about | H |
Within the same did Sandys lurk | M |
Though Ovid lay without | H |
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Now as he scratch'd to fetch up Thought | H |
Forth popp'd the Sprite so thin | E |
And from the Key hole bolted out | H |
All upright as a Pin | E |
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With Whiskers Band and Pantaloon | N |
And Ruff composed most duly | I |
This 'Squire he dropp'd his Pen full soon | N |
While as the Light burnt bluely | I |
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Ho Master Sam quoth Sandys' sprite | H |
Write on nor let me scare ye | I |
Forsooth if Rhymes fall in not right | H |
To Budgell seek or Carey | I |
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I hear the Beat of Jacob's Drums | G |
Poor Ovid finds no Quarter | I |
See first the merry Pembroke comes | G |
In Haste without his Garter | I |
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Then Lords and Lordlings 'Squires and Knights | G |
Wits Witlings Prigs and Peers | G |
Garth at St James's and at White's | G |
Beats up for Volunteers | G |
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What Fenton will not do nor Gay | O |
Nor Congreve Rowe nor Stanyan | N |
Tom Burnet or Tom D'Urfey may | O |
John Dunton Steele or any one | N |
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If Justice Philips' costive head | H |
Some frigid Rhymes disburses | G |
They shall like Persian Tales be read | H |
And glad both Babes and Nurses | G |
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Let Warwick's Muse with Ashurst join | N |
And Ozell's with Lord Hervey's | G |
Tickell and Addison combine | N |
And P pe translate with Jervas | G |
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Landsdowne himself that lively Lord | H |
Who bows to every Lady | I |
Shall join with Frowde in one Accord | H |
And be like Tate and Brady | I |
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Ye Ladies too draw forth your pen | N |
I pray where can the hurt lie | I |
Since you have Brains as well as Men | N |
As witness Lady Wortley | I |
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Now Tonson list thy Forces all | I |
Review them and tell Noses | G |
For to poor Ovid shall befal | I |
A strange Metamorphosis | G |
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A Metamorphosis more strange | P |
Than all his Books can vapour | I |
'To what' quoth 'squire 'shall Ovid change ' | - |
Quoth Sandys To waste paper | I |
Alexander Pope
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