The Speech Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFFCCDDGGCCHH IIJJCCCCJJCCIIDDKKJJ II CCIILLDDCCIIDDMMDDII

The long laments I spent for ruin'd TroyA
Are dried and now mine eyes run teares of joyA
No more shall men suppose Electra deadB
Though from the consort of her sisters fledB
Unto the Artick circle here to graceC
And gild this day with her serenest faceC
And see my daughter Iris hastes to throwD
Her roseat wings in compasse of a bowE
About our State as signe of my approachF
Attracting to her seate from Mithras coachF
A thousand different and particular hiewesC
Which she throughout her body doth diffuseC
The Sun as loth to part from this halfe SpheareD
Stands still and Phoebe labors to appeareD
In all as bright if not as rich as heG
And for a note of more serenityG
My six faire sisters hither shift their lightsC
To do this hower the utmost of her ritesC
Where lest the captious or prophane might doubtH
How these cleare heavenly bodies come aboutH
All to be seen at once yet neithers lightI
Eclips'd or shadow'd by the others sightI
Let ignorance know great King this day is thineJ
And doth admit no night but all do shineJ
As well nocturnall as diurnall firesC
To adde unto the flame of our desiresC
Which are now thou hast closd up Janus gatesC
And giv'n so generall peace to all EstatesC
That no offensive mist or cloudy staineJ
May mixe with splendor of thy golden raigneJ
But as th'ast free'd thy Chamber from the noyseC
Of war and tumult thou wilt powre those joyesC
Upon this place which claimes to be the seateI
Of all the kingly race the cabinetI
To all thy counsels and the judging chaireD
To this thy speciall Kingdome Who so faireD
And wholsome laws in every Court shall striveK
By quity and their first innocence to thriveK
The base and guilty bribes of guiltier menJ
Shall be thrown back and Justice look as whenJ
She lov'd the earth and fear'd not to be soldI
For that which worketh all things to it goldI
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The Dam of other evils avariceC
Shall here locke down her jaws and that rude viceC
Of ignorant and pittied greatnesse prideI
Decline with shame ambition now shall hideI
Her face in dust as dedicate to sleepL
That in great portals wont her watch to keepL
All ils shall fly the light Thy Court be freeD
No lesse from envy than from flatteryD
All tumult faction and harsh discord ceaseC
That might perturbe the musick of thy peaceC
The querulous nature shall no longer findeI
Room for his thoughts One pure consent of mindeI
Shall flow in every brest and not the ayreD
Sun Moon or Stars shine more serenely faireD
This from that loud blest Oracle I singM
Who here and first pronounc'd thee Brittaines KingM
Long maist thou live and see me thus appeareD
As ominous a Comet from my SpheareD
Unto thy raigne as that did auspicateI
So lasting glory to Augustus StateI

Ben Jonson



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