To Penshurst Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIDJ KKLLMMNNOPQQGRSSTTMM UUVVWWXXYYIIYYJJZZAA YYXXYYA2B2YYYYJJYYMM C2C2JJYYJA2YYD2D2XXM MJJMMB2B2MMThou art not Penshurst built to envious show | A |
Of touch or marble nor canst boast a row | A |
Of polish'd pillars or a roofe of gold | B |
Thou hast no lantherne whereof tales are told | B |
Or stayre or courts but stand'st an ancient pile | C |
And these grudg'd at art reverenc'd the while | C |
Thou joy'st in better marks of soile of ayre | D |
Of wood of water therein thou art faire | D |
Thou hast thy walkes for health as well as sport | E |
Thy Mount to which the Dryads do resort | E |
Where Pan and Bacchus their high feasts have made | F |
Beneath the broad beech and the chest nut shade | F |
That taller tree which of a nut was set | G |
At his great birth where all the Muses met | G |
There in the writhed barke are cut the names | H |
Of many a Sylvane taken with his flames | H |
And thence the ruddy Satyres oft provoke | I |
The lighter Faunes to reach thy Ladies oke | I |
Thy copp's too nam'd of Gamage thou hast there | D |
That never failes to serve thee season'd deere | J |
When thou would'st feast or exercise thy friends | K |
The lower land that to the river bends | K |
Thy sheep thy bullocks kine and calves do feed | L |
The middle grounds thy Mares and Horses breed | L |
Each banck doth yeeld thee Coneyes and the topps | M |
Fertile of wood Ashore and Sydney's copp's | M |
To crown thy open table doth provide | N |
The purpled Phesant with the speckled side | N |
The painted Partrich lyes in every field | O |
And for thy messe is willing to be kill'd | P |
And if the high swolne Medway faile thy dish | Q |
Thou hast thy ponds that pay thee tribute fish | Q |
Fat aged Carps that run into thy net | G |
And Pikes now weary their own kinde to eat | R |
As loth the second draught or cast to stay | S |
Officiously at first themselves betray | S |
Bright Eeles that emulate them and leap on land | T |
Before the fisher or into his hand | T |
Then hath thy Orchard fruit thy garden flowers | M |
Fresh as the ayre and new as are the houres | M |
The earely Cherry with the later Plum | U |
Fig Grape and Quince each in his time doth come | U |
The blushing Apricot and woolly Peach | V |
Hang on thy wals that every child may reach | V |
And though thy wals be of the countrey stone | W |
They' are rear'd with no mans ruine no mans grone | W |
There's none that dwell about them wish them downe | X |
But all come in the farmer and the clowne | X |
And no one empty handed to salute | Y |
Thy Lord and Lady though they have no sute | Y |
Some bring a Capon some a rurall Cake | I |
Some Nuts some Apples some that think they make | I |
The better Cheeses bring 'hem or else send | Y |
By their ripe daughters whom they would commend | Y |
This way to husbands and whose baskets beare | J |
An Embleme of themselves in plum or peare | J |
But what can this more than expresse their love | Z |
Adde to thy free provisions farre above | Z |
The need of such whose liberall boord doth flow | A |
With all that hospitality doth know | A |
Where comes no guest but is allow'd to eat | Y |
Without his feare and of thy Lords own meat | Y |
Where the same beere and bread and selfe same wine | X |
That is his Lordships shall be also mine | X |
And I not faine to sit as some this day | Y |
At great mens tables and yet dine away | Y |
Here no man tels my cups nor standing by | A2 |
A waiter doth my gluttony envy | B2 |
But gives me what I call for and lets me eate | Y |
He knowes below he shall finde plentie of meate | Y |
Thy tables hoord not up for the next day | Y |
Nor when I take my lodging need I pray | Y |
For fire or lights or livorie all is there | J |
As if thou then wert mines or I raign'd here | J |
There's nothing I can wish for which I stay | Y |
That found King James when hunting late this way | Y |
With his brave sonne the Prince they saw thy fires | M |
Shine bright on every harth as the desires | M |
Of thy Penates had beene set on flame | C2 |
To entertayne them or the Countrey came | C2 |
With all their zeale to warme their welcome here | J |
What great I will not say but sodaine cheare | J |
Didst thou then make 'hem and what praise was heap'd | Y |
On thy good lady then who therein reap'd | Y |
The just reward of her high huswifery | J |
To have her linnen plate and all things nigh | A2 |
When she was farre and not a roome but drest | Y |
As if it had expected such a guest | Y |
These Penshurst are thy praise and yet not all | D2 |
Thy lady's noble fruitfull chaste withall | D2 |
His children thy great lord may call his owne | X |
A fortune in this age but rarely knowne | X |
They are and have been taught religion Thence | M |
Their gentler spirits have suck'd innocence | M |
Each morne and even they are taught to pray | J |
With the whole houshold and may every day | J |
Reade in their vertuous parents noble parts | M |
The mysteries of manners armes and arts | M |
Now Penshurst they that will proportion thee | B2 |
With other edifices when they see | B2 |
Those proud ambitious heaps and nothing else | M |
May say their lords have built but thy lord dwells | M |
Ben Jonson
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