The Speeches Of Gratulations Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAACCDDAAEEDFFFAAC CGGHHAAIIJJAACCKKHH AIJDDLLDDDD A CCLLHHAAHHHHHHHHHHAA AAHHDDDDAAMNOP HHLLAADDDDHHHHDDAA A DDD DMML QI DAH QAHH DHHAAHHHHHHDDCCD QLLAANNIIAAAAAAHHHHA AAADDHHHHAAAAIIAAHHA AIIHHAAAAHHLLDDAAIID DAAAAHHAAGENIUS | A |
Time Fate and Fortune have at length conspir'd | B |
To give our Age the day so much desir'd | B |
What all the minutes houres weekes months and yeares | A |
That hang in file upon these silver haires | A |
Could not produce beneath the Britaine stroke | C |
The Roman Saxon Dane and Norman yoke | C |
This point of Time hath done Now London reare | D |
Thy forehead high and on it strive to weare | D |
Thy choisest gems teach thy steepe Towres to rise | A |
Higher with people set with sparkling eyes | A |
Thy spacious windowes and in every street | E |
Let thronging joy love and amazement meet | E |
Cleave all the ayre with shouts and let the cry | D |
Strike through as long and universally | F |
As thunder for thou now art blist to see | F |
That sight for which thou didst begin to bee | F |
When Brutus plough first gave thee infant bounds | A |
And I thy Genius walkt auspicious rounds | A |
In every furrow then did I fore looke | C |
And saw this day mark't white in Clotho's booke | C |
The severall circles both of change and sway | G |
Within this Isle there also figur'd lay | G |
Of which the greatest perfectest and last | H |
Was this whose present happinesse we tast | H |
Why keepe you silence daughters What dull peace | A |
Is this inhabits you Shall office cease | A |
Upon th'aspect of him to whom you owe | I |
More than you are or can be Shall Time know | I |
That article wherein your flame stood still | J |
And not aspir'd Now heaven avert an ill | J |
Of that black looke Ere pause possesse your brests | A |
I wish you more of plagues Zeale when it rests | A |
Leaves to be zeale Up thou tame River wake | C |
And from thy liquid limbes this slumber shake | C |
Thou drown'st thy selfe in inofficious sleepe | K |
And these thy sluggish waters seeme to creepe | K |
Rather than flow Up rise and swell with pride | H |
Above thy bankes Now is not every tide | H |
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TAMESIS | A |
To what vaine end should I contend to show | I |
My weaker powers when seas of pompe o'reflow | J |
The Cities face and cover all the shore | D |
With sands more rich than Tagus wealthy ore | D |
When in the floud of joy that comes with him | L |
He drownes the world yet makes it live and swimme | L |
And spring with gladnesse not my fishes here | D |
Though they be dumbe but doe expresse the cheere | D |
Of these bright streames No lesse may these and I | D |
Boast our delights albe't we silent lie | D |
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GENIUS | A |
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Indeed true gladnesse doth not alwayes speake | C |
Joy bred and borne but in the tongue is weake | C |
Yet lest the fervour of so pure a flame | L |
As this my Citie beares might lose the name | L |
Without the apt eventing of her heat | H |
Know greatest James and no lesse good than great | H |
In the behalfe of all my vertuous sonnes | A |
Whereof my eldest there thy pompe fore runnes | A |
A man without my flattering or his Pride | H |
As worthy as he's blest to be thy guide | H |
In his grave name and all his brethrens right | H |
Who thirst to drink the nectar of thy sight | H |
The Councell Commoners and multitude | H |
Glad that this day so long deny'd is view'd | H |
I tender thee the heartiest welcome yet | H |
That ever King had to his Empires seat | H |
Never came man more long'd for more desir'd | H |
And being come more reverenc'd lov'd admir'd | H |
Heare and record it In a Prince it is | A |
No little vertue to know who are his | A |
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With like devotions doe I stoope t'embrace | A |
This springing glory of thy god like race | A |
His Countries wonder hope love joy and pride | H |
How well doth hee become the royall side | H |
Of this erected and broad spreading Tree | D |
Under whose shade may Britaine ever be | D |
And from this Branch may thousand Branches more | D |
Shoot o're the maine and knit with every shore | D |
In bonds of marriage kinred and increase | A |
And stile this land the navill of their peace | A |
This is your servants wish your Cities vow | M |
Which still shall propagate it selfe with you | N |
And free from spurres of hope that slow minds move | O |
He seekes no hire that owes his life to love | P |
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And here shee comes that is no lesse a part | H |
In this dayes greatnesse than in my glad heart | H |
Glory of Queenes and glory of your name | L |
Whose graces doe as farre out speak your fame | L |
As Fame doth silence when her trumpet rings | A |
You daughter sister wife of severall Kings | A |
Besides alliance and the stile of mother | D |
In which one title you drowne all your other | D |
Instance be that faire shoot is gone before | D |
Your eldest joy and top of all your store | D |
With those whose sight to us is yet deny'd | H |
But not our zeale to them or ought beside | H |
This Citie can to you For whose estate | H |
Shee hopes you will be still good advocate | H |
To her best Lord So whilst you mortall are | D |
No taste of sowre mortalitie once dare | D |
Approach your house nor fortune greet your Grace | A |
But comming on and with a forward face | A |
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GENIUS | A |
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Stay what art thou that in this strange attire | D |
Dar'st kindle stranger and un hallowed fire | D |
Upon this Altar | D |
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Fl | D |
Rather what art thou | M |
That dar'st so rudely interrupt my vow | M |
My habit speakes my name | L |
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Ge | Q |
A Flamen | I |
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Fl | D |
Yes | A |
And Martialis call'd | H |
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Ge | Q |
I so did ghesse | A |
By my short view but whence didst thou ascend | H |
Hither or how or to what mystick end | H |
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Fl | D |
The noyse and present tumult of this day | H |
Rowsd me from sleep and silence where I lay | H |
Obscur'd from light which when I wakt to see | A |
I wondring thought what this great pompe might bee | A |
When looking in my Kalender I found | H |
The Ides of March were entred and I bound | H |
With these to celebrate the geniall feast | H |
Of Anna still'd Perenna Mars his guest | H |
Who in this month of his is yearely call'd | H |
To banquet at his altars and instal'd | H |
A goddesse with him since she fils the yeare | D |
And knits the oblique scarfe that girts the spheare | D |
Whilest fourefac'd Janus turnes his vernall look | C |
Upon their meeting houres as if he took | C |
High pride and pleasure | D |
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Ge | Q |
Sure thou still dost dreame | L |
And both thy tongue and thought rides on the streame | L |
Of phantasie Behold here he nor she | A |
Have any altar fane or deity | A |
Stoope read but this inscription and then view | N |
To whom the place is consecrate 'Tis true | N |
That this is Janus temple and that now | I |
He turnes upon the yeare his freshest brow | I |
That this is Mars his month and these the Ides | A |
Wherein his Anne was honor'd both the tides | A |
Titles and place we know but these dead rites | A |
Are long since buryed and new power excites | A |
More high and hearty flames Loe there is he | A |
Who brings with him a greater Anne than she | A |
Whose strong and potent vertues have defac'd | H |
Sterne Mars his statues and upon them plac'd | H |
His and the Worlds blest blessings This hath brought | H |
Sweet peace to sit in that bright State she ought | H |
Unbloody or untroubled hath forc'd hence | A |
All tumults feares or other dark portents | A |
That might invade weak minds hath made men see | A |
Once more the face of welcome liberty | A |
And doth in all his present acts restore | D |
That first pure World made of the better ore | D |
Now innocence shall cease to be the spoyle | H |
Of ravenous greatnesse or to steep the soyle | H |
Of raysed pesantry with teares and blood | H |
No more shall rich men for their little good | H |
Suspected to be made guilty or vile spies | A |
Enjoy the lust of their so murdring eyes | A |
Men shall put off their yron minds and hearts | A |
The time forget his old malicious arts | A |
With this new minute and no print remaine | I |
Of what was thought the former ages staine | I |
Back Flamen with thy superstitious fumes | A |
And cense not here Thy ignorance presumes | A |
Too much in acting any Ethnick rite | H |
In this translated temple here no wight | H |
To sacrifice save my devotion comes | A |
That brings in stead of those thy masculine gums | A |
My Cities heart which shall for ever burne | I |
Upon this Altar and no time shall turne | I |
The same to ashes here I fixe it fast | H |
Flame bright flame high and may it ever last | H |
Whilst I before the figure of thy peace | A |
Still tend the fire and give it quick increase | A |
With prayers wishes vows whereof be these | A |
The least and weakest that no age may leese | A |
The memory of this so rich a day | H |
But rather that it henceforth yearely may | H |
Begin our spring and with our spring the prime | L |
And first accompt of yeares of months of time | L |
And may these Ides as fortunate appeare | D |
To thee as they to C sar fatall were | D |
Be all thy thoughts borne perfect and thy hopes | A |
In their events still crown'd beyond their scopes | A |
Let not wide heav'n that secret blessing know | I |
To give which she on thee will not bestow | I |
Blind Fortune be thy slave and may her store | D |
The lesse thou seek'st it follow thee the more | D |
Much more I would but see these brazen gates | A |
Make haste to close as urged by thy fates | A |
Here ends my Cities office here it breakes | A |
Yet with my tongue and this pure heart she speakes | A |
A short farewell and lower than thy feet | H |
With fervent thankes thy Royall paines doth greet | H |
Pardon if my abruptnesse breed disease | A |
He merits not t'offend that hastes to please | A |
Ben Jonson
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