To His Worthy Friend Doctor Witty Upon His Translation Of The Popular Errors Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGEEHHII EEJJJJJJKKLLMMIIJJJJ| Sit further and make room for thine own fame | A |
| Where just desert enrolles thy honour'd Name | A |
| The good Interpreter Some in this task | B |
| Take of the Cypress vail but leave a mask | B |
| Changing the Latine but do more obscure | C |
| That sence in English which was bright and pure | C |
| So of Translators they are Authors grown | D |
| For ill Translators make the Book their own | D |
| Others do strive with words and forced phrase | E |
| To add such lustre and so many rayes | E |
| That but to make the Vessel shining they | F |
| Much of the precious Metal rub away | F |
| He is Translations thief that addeth more | G |
| As much as he that taketh from the Store | G |
| Of the first Author Here he maketh blots | E |
| That mends and added beauties are but spots | E |
| Caelia whose English doth more richly flow | H |
| Then Tagus purer then dissolved snow | H |
| And sweet as are her lips that speak it she | I |
| Now learns the tongues of France and Italy | I |
| But she is Caelia still no other grace | E |
| But her own smiles commend that lovely face | E |
| Her native beauty's not Italianated | J |
| Nor her chast mind into the French translated | J |
| Her thoughts are English though her sparkling wit | J |
| With other Language doth them fitly fit | J |
| Translators learn of her but stay I slide | J |
| Down into Error with the Vulgar tide | J |
| Women must not teach here the Doctor doth | K |
| Stint them to Cawdles Almond milk and Broth | K |
| Now I reform and surely so will all | L |
| Whose happy Eyes on thy Translation fall | L |
| I see the people hastning to thy Book | M |
| Liking themselves the worse the more they look | M |
| And so disliking that they nothing see | I |
| Now worth the liking but thy Book and thee | I |
| And if I Judgement have I censure right | J |
| For something guides my hand that I must write | J |
| You have Translations statutes best fulfil'd | J |
| That handling neither sully nor would guild | J |
Andrew Marvell
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