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 I

Ye Lords and Commons Men of WitA
And Pleasure about TownB
Read this ere you translate one BitA
Of Books of high RenownB
-
Beware of Latin Authors allC
Nor think your Verses SterlingD
Though with a Golden Pen you scrawlC
And scribble in a BerlinE
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For not the Desk with silver NailsF
Nor Bureau of ExpenseG
Nor standish well japann'd availsG
To writing of good SenseG
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Hear how a Ghost in dead of NightH
With saucer Eyes of FireI
In woeful wise did sore affrightH
A Wit and courtly 'SquireI
-
Rare Imp and Phoebus hopeful YouthJ
Like Puppy tame that usesG
To fetch and carry in his MouthK
The Works of all the MusesG
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Ah why did he write PoetryI
That hereto was so civilL
And sell his soul for vanityI
To Rhyming and the DevilL
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A Desk he had of curious WorkM
With glittering Studs aboutH
Within the same did Sandys lurkM
Though Ovid lay withoutH
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Now as he scratch'd to fetch up ThoughtH
Forth popp'd the Sprite so thinE
And from the Key hole bolted outH
All upright as a PinE
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With Whiskers Band and PantaloonN
And Ruff composed most dulyI
This 'Squire he dropp'd his Pen full soonN
While as the Light burnt bluelyI
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Ho Master Sam quoth Sandys' spriteH
Write on nor let me scare yeI
Forsooth if Rhymes fall in not rightH
To Budgell seek or CareyI
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I hear the Beat of Jacob's DrumsG
Poor Ovid finds no QuarterI
See first the merry Pembroke comesG
In Haste without his GarterI
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Then Lords and Lordlings 'Squires and KnightsG
Wits Witlings Prigs and PeersG
Garth at St James's and at White'sG
Beats up for VolunteersG
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What Fenton will not do nor GayO
Nor Congreve Rowe nor StanyanN
Tom Burnet or Tom D'Urfey mayO
John Dunton Steele or any oneN
-
If Justice Philips' costive headH
Some frigid Rhymes disbursesG
They shall like Persian Tales be readH
And glad both Babes and NursesG
-
Let Warwick's Muse with Ashurst joinN
And Ozell's with Lord Hervey'sG
Tickell and Addison combineN
And P pe translate with JervasG
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Landsdowne himself that lively LordH
Who bows to every LadyI
Shall join with Frowde in one AccordH
And be like Tate and BradyI
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Ye Ladies too draw forth your penN
I pray where can the hurt lieI
Since you have Brains as well as MenN
As witness Lady WortleyI
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Now Tonson list thy Forces allI
Review them and tell NosesG
For to poor Ovid shall befalI
A strange MetamorphosisG
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A Metamorphosis more strangeP
Than all his Books can vapourI
'To what' quoth 'squire 'shall Ovid change '-
Quoth Sandys To waste paperI

Alexander Pope



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