The Sixth Epistle Of The First Book Of Horace Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CC DDEEFF GGGHHII JJKLMMNNGG GGEEOAPPDDQQGGRRSSNN TUOOGG VVKKWWXXX NNXXKLYYGGXXZZA2A2GG RRXXXXNNGGXXGGGG OB2GGC2C2XXZ GGG GGNNGGA2D2 GGGGXXE2E2 VV F2 GGGGTO MR MURRAY | A |
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'Not to admire is all the art I know | B |
To make men happy and to keep them so ' | - |
Plain truth dear Murray needs no flowers of speech | C |
So take it in the very words of Creech | C |
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This vault of air this congregated ball | D |
Self centred sun and stars that rise and fall | D |
There are my friend whose philosophic eyes | E |
Look through and trust the Ruler with his skies | E |
To Him commit the hour the day the year | F |
And view this dreadful All without a fear | F |
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Admire we then what earth's low entrails hold | G |
Arabian shores or Indian seas infold | G |
All the mad trade of fools and slaves for gold | G |
Or popularity or stars and strings | H |
The mob's applauses or the gifts of kings | H |
Say with what eyes we ought at courts to gaze | I |
And pay the great our homage of amaze | I |
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If weak the pleasure that from these can spring | J |
The fear to want them is as weak a thing | J |
Whether we dread or whether we desire | K |
In either case believe me we admire | L |
Whether we joy or grieve the same the curse | M |
Surprised at better or surprised at worse | M |
Thus good or bad to one extreme betray | N |
The unbalanced mind and snatch the man away | N |
For virtue's self may too much zeal be had | G |
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad | G |
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Go then and if you can admire the state | G |
Of beaming diamonds and reflected plate | G |
Procure a taste to double the surprise | E |
And gaze on Parian charms with learned eyes | E |
Be struck with bright brocade or Tyrian dye | O |
Our birthday nobles' splendid livery | A |
If not so pleased at council board rejoice | P |
To see their judgments hang upon thy voice | P |
From morn to night at Senate Rolls and Hall | D |
Plead much read more dine late or not at all | D |
But wherefore all this labour all this strife | Q |
For fame for riches for a noble wife | Q |
Shall one whom nature learning birth conspired | G |
To form not to admire but be admired | G |
Sigh while his Chloe blind to wit and worth | R |
Weds the rich dulness of some son of earth | R |
Yet time ennobles or degrades each line | S |
It brighten'd Craggs's and may darken thine | S |
And what is fame the meanest have their day | N |
The greatest can but blaze and pass away | N |
Graced as thou art with all the power of words | T |
So known so honour'd at the House of Lords | U |
Conspicuous scene another yet is nigh | O |
More silent far where kings and poets lie | O |
Where Murray long enough his country's pride | G |
Shall be no more than Tully or than Hyde | G |
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Rack'd with sciatics martyr'd with the stone | V |
Will any mortal let himself alone | V |
See Ward by batter'd beaux invited over | K |
And desperate misery lays hold on Dover | K |
The case is easier in the mind's disease | W |
There all men may be cured whene'er they please | W |
Would ye be blest despise low joys low gains | X |
Disdain whatever Cornbury disdains | X |
Be virtuous and be happy for your pains | X |
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But art thou one whom new opinions sway | N |
One who believes as Tindal leads the way | N |
Who virtue and a church alike disowns | X |
Thinks that but words and this but brick and stones | X |
Fly then on all the wings of wild desire | K |
Admire whate'er the maddest can admire | L |
Is wealth thy passion Hence from pole to pole | Y |
Where winds can carry or where waves can roll | Y |
For Indian spices for Peruvian gold | G |
Prevent the greedy and outbid the bold | G |
Advance thy golden mountain to the skies | X |
On the broad base of fifty thousand rise | X |
Add one round hundred and if that's not fair | Z |
Add fifty more and bring it to a square | Z |
For mark the advantage just so many score | A2 |
Will gain a wife with half as many more | A2 |
Procure her beauty make that beauty chaste | G |
And then such friends as cannot fail to last | G |
A man of wealth is dubb'd a man of worth | R |
Venus shall give him form and Anstis birth | R |
Believe me many a German prince is worse | X |
Who proud of pedigree is poor of purse | X |
His wealth brave Timon gloriously confounds | X |
Ask'd for a groat he gives a hundred pounds | X |
Or if three ladies like a luckless play | N |
Takes the whole house upon the poet's day | N |
Now in such exigencies not to need | G |
Upon my word you must be rich indeed | G |
A noble superfluity it craves | X |
Not for yourself but for your fools and knaves | X |
Something which for your honour they may cheat | G |
And which it much becomes you to forget | G |
If wealth alone then make and keep us bless'd | G |
Still still be getting never never rest | G |
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But if to power and place your passion lie | O |
If in the pomp of life consist the joy | B2 |
Then hire a slave or if you will a lord | G |
To do the honours and to give the word | G |
Tell at your levee as the crowds approach | C2 |
To whom to nod whom take into your coach | C2 |
Whom honour with your hand to make remarks | X |
Who rules in Cornwall or who rules in Berks | X |
'This may be troublesome is near the chair | Z |
That makes three members this can choose a mayor ' | - |
Instructed thus you bow embrace protest | G |
Adopt him son or cousin at the least | G |
Then turn about and laugh at your own jest | G |
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Or if your life be one continued treat | G |
If to live well means nothing but to eat | G |
Up up cries Gluttony 'tis break of day | N |
Go drive the deer and drag the finny prey | N |
With hounds and horns go hunt an appetite | G |
So Russel did but could not eat at night | G |
Call'd happy dog the beggar at his door | A2 |
And envied thirst and hunger to the poor | D2 |
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Or shall we every decency confound | G |
Through taverns stews and bagnios take our round | G |
Go dine with Chartres in each vice outdo | G |
K l's lewd cargo or Ty y's crew | G |
From Latian syrens French Circaean feasts | X |
Return well travell'd and transform'd to beasts | X |
Or for a titled punk or foreign flame | E2 |
Renounce our country and degrade our name | E2 |
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If after all we must with Wilmot own | V |
The cordial drop of life is love alone | V |
And Swift cry wisely 'Vive la bagatelle ' | - |
The man that loves and laughs must sure do well | F2 |
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Adieu if this advice appear the worst | G |
E'en take the counsel which I gave you first | G |
Or better precepts if you can impart | G |
Why do I'll follow them with all my heart | G |
Alexander Pope
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