Night.[1] An Epistle To Robert Lloyd Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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When foes insult and prudent friends dispense | B |
In pity's strains the worst of insolence | C |
Oft with thee Lloyd I steal an hour from grief | D |
And in thy social converse find relief | D |
The mind of solitude impatient grown | E |
Loves any sorrows rather than her own | E |
Let slaves to business bodies without soul | F |
Important blanks in Nature's mighty roll | F |
Solemnise nonsense in the day's broad glare | G |
We Night prefer which heals or hides our care | G |
Rogues justified and by success made bold | H |
Dull fools and coxcombs sanctified by gold | H |
Freely may bask in fortune's partial ray | I |
And spread their feathers opening to the day | I |
But threadbare Merit dares not show the head | J |
Till vain Prosperity retires to bed | J |
Misfortunes like the owl avoid the light | K |
The sons of Care are always sons of Night | K |
The wretch bred up in Method's drowsy school | L |
Whose only merit is to err by rule | L |
Who ne'er through heat of blood was tripping caught | M |
Nor guilty deem'd of one eccentric thought | N |
Whose soul directed to no use is seen | O |
Unless to move the body's dull machine | O |
Which clock work like with the same equal pace | P |
Still travels on through life's insipid space | P |
Turns up his eyes to think that there should be | Q |
Among God's creatures two such things as we | Q |
Then for his nightcap calls and thanks the powers | R |
Which kindly gave him grace to keep good hours | R |
Good hours fine words but was it ever seen | O |
That all men could agree in what they mean | O |
Florio who many years a course hath run | S |
In downright opposition to the sun | S |
Expatiates on good hours their cause defends | T |
With as much vigour as our prudent friends | T |
The uncertain term no settled notion brings | U |
But still in different mouths means different things | U |
Each takes the phrase in his own private view | V |
With Prudence it is ten with Florio two | V |
Go on ye fools who talk for talking sake | W |
Without distinguishing distinctions make | W |
Shine forth in native folly native pride | X |
Make yourselves rules to all the world beside | X |
Reason collected in herself disdains | Y |
The slavish yoke of arbitrary chains | Y |
Steady and true each circumstance she weighs | Z |
Nor to bare words inglorious tribute pays | Z |
Men of sense live exempt from vulgar awe | A2 |
And Reason to herself alone is law | B2 |
That freedom she enjoys with liberal mind | C2 |
Which she as freely grants to all mankind | C2 |
No idol titled name her reverence stirs | R |
No hour she blindly to the rest prefers | R |
All are alike if they're alike employ'd | D2 |
And all are good if virtuously enjoy'd | D2 |
Let the sage Doctor think him one we know | E2 |
With scraps of ancient learning overflow | E2 |
In all the dignity of wig declare | G |
The fatal consequence of midnight air | G |
How damps and vapours as it were by stealth | F2 |
Undermine life and sap the walls of health | F2 |
For me let Galen moulder on the shelf | G2 |
I'll live and be physician to myself | G2 |
Whilst soul is join'd to body whether fate | H2 |
Allot a longer or a shorter date | H2 |
I'll make them live as brother should with brother | I2 |
And keep them in good humour with each other | I2 |
The surest road to health say what they will | J2 |
Is never to suppose we shall be ill | J2 |
Most of those evils we poor mortals know | E2 |
From doctors and imagination flow | E2 |
Hence to old women with your boasted rules | K2 |
Stale traps and only sacred now to fools | K2 |
As well may sons of physic hope to find | C2 |
One medicine as one hour for all mankind | C2 |
If Rupert after ten is out of bed | J |
The fool next morning can't hold up his head | J |
What reason this which me to bed must call | L2 |
Whose head thank Heaven never aches at all | L2 |
In different courses different tempers run | S |
He hates the moon I sicken at the sun | S |
Wound up at twelve at noon his clock goes right | K |
Mine better goes wound up at twelve at night | K |
Then in oblivion's grateful cup I drown | M2 |
The galling sneer the supercilious frown | M2 |
The strange reserve the proud affected state | H2 |
Of upstart knaves grown rich and fools grown great | H2 |
No more that abject wretch disturbs my rest | N2 |
Who meanly overlooks a friend distress'd | N2 |
Purblind to poverty the worldling goes | O2 |
And scarce sees rags an inch beyond his nose | O2 |
But from a crowd can single out his Grace | P |
And cringe and creep to fools who strut in lace | P |
Whether those classic regions are survey'd | P2 |
Where we in earliest youth together stray'd | P2 |
Where hand in hand we trod the flowery shore | Q2 |
Though now thy happier genius runs before | Q2 |
When we conspired a thankless wretch to raise | Z |
And taught a stump to shoot with pilfer'd praise | Z |
Who once for reverend merit famous grown | E |
Gratefully strove to kick his maker down | M2 |
Or if more general arguments engage | R2 |
The court or camp the pulpit bar or stage | R2 |
If half bred surgeons whom men doctors call | L2 |
And lawyers who were never bred at all | L2 |
Those mighty letter'd monsters of the earth | S2 |
Our pity move or exercise our mirth | S2 |
Or if in tittle tattle toothpick way | I |
Our rambling thoughts with easy freedom stray | I |
A gainer still thy friend himself must find | C2 |
His grief suspended and improved his mind | C2 |
Whilst peaceful slumbers bless the homely bed | J |
Where virtue self approved reclines her head | J |
Whilst vice beneath imagined horrors mourns | T2 |
And conscience plants the villain's couch with thorns | T2 |
Impatient of restraint the active mind | C2 |
No more by servile prejudice confined | C2 |
Leaps from her seat as waken'd from a trance | U2 |
And darts through Nature at a single glance | U2 |
Then we our friends our foes ourselves survey | I |
And see by Night what fools we are by day | I |
Stripp'd of her gaudy plumes and vain disguise | V2 |
See where ambition mean and loathsome lies | V2 |
Reflection with relentless hand pulls down | M2 |
The tyrant's bloody wreath and ravish'd crown | M2 |
In vain he tells of battles bravely won | S |
Of nations conquer'd and of worlds undone | S |
Triumphs like these but ill with manhood suit | W2 |
And sink the conqueror beneath the brute | W2 |
But if in searching round the world we find | C2 |
Some generous youth the friend of all mankind | C2 |
Whose anger like the bolt of Jove is sped | J |
In terrors only at the guilty head | J |
Whose mercies like heaven's dew refreshing fall | L2 |
In general love and charity to all | L2 |
Pleased we behold such worth on any throne | E |
And doubly pleased we find it on our own | E |
Through a false medium things are shown by day | I |
Pomp wealth and titles judgment lead astray | I |
How many from appearance borrow state | H2 |
Whom Night disdains to number with the great | H2 |
Must not we laugh to see yon lordling proud | X2 |
Snuff up vile incense from a fawning crowd | X2 |
Whilst in his beam surrounding clients play | I |
Like insects in the sun's enlivening ray | I |
Whilst Jehu like he drives at furious rate | H2 |
And seems the only charioteer of state | H2 |
Talking himself into a little god | Y2 |
And ruling empires with a single nod | Y2 |
Who would not think to hear him law dispense | B |
That he had interest and that they had sense | B |
Injurious thought beneath Night's honest shade | P2 |
When pomp is buried and false colours fade | P2 |
Plainly we see at that impartial hour | I2 |
Them dupes to pride and him the tool of power | I2 |
God help the man condemn'd by cruel fate | H2 |
To court the seeming or the real great | H2 |
Much sorrow shall he feel and suffer more | Q2 |
Than any slave who labours at the oar | Q2 |
By slavish methods must he learn to please | Z2 |
By smooth tongued flattery that cursed court disease | Z2 |
Supple to every wayward mood strike sail | A3 |
And shift with shifting humour's peevish gale | A3 |
To nature dead he must adopt vile art | B3 |
And wear a smile with anguish in his heart | B3 |
A sense of honour would destroy his schemes | C3 |
And conscience ne'er must speak unless in dreams | C3 |
When he hath tamely borne for many years | D3 |
Cold looks forbidding frowns contemptuous sneers | D3 |
When he at last expects good easy man | E3 |
To reap the profits of his labour'd plan | E3 |
Some cringing lackey or rapacious whore | Q2 |
To favours of the great the surest door | Q2 |
Some catamite or pimp in credit grown | E |
Who tempts another's wife or sells his own | E |
Steps 'cross his hopes the promised boon denies | V2 |
And for some minion's minion claims the prize | V2 |
Foe to restraint unpractised in deceit | F3 |
Too resolute from nature's active heat | F3 |
To brook affronts and tamely pass them by | G3 |
Too proud to flatter too sincere to lie | G3 |
Too plain to please too honest to be great | H2 |
Give me kind Heaven an humbler happier state | H2 |
Far from the place where men with pride deceive | H3 |
Where rascals promise and where fools believe | H3 |
Far from the walk of folly vice and strife | I3 |
Calm independent let me steal through life | I3 |
Nor one vain wish my steady thoughts beguile | J3 |
To fear his Lordship's frown or court his smile | J3 |
Unfit for greatness I her snares defy | G3 |
And look on riches with untainted eye | G3 |
To others let the glittering baubles fall | L2 |
Content shall place us far above them all | L2 |
Spectators only on this bustling stage | R2 |
We see what vain designs mankind engage | R2 |
Vice after vice with ardour they pursue | V |
And one old folly brings forth twenty new | V |
Perplex'd with trifles through the vale of life | I3 |
Man strives 'gainst man without a cause for strife | I3 |
Armies embattled meet and thousands bleed | K3 |
For some vile spot where fifty cannot feed | K3 |
Squirrels for nuts contend and wrong or right | K |
For the world's empire kings ambitious fight | K |
What odds to us 'tis all the self same thing | L3 |
A nut a world a squirrel and a king | L3 |
Britons like Roman spirits famed of old | H |
Are cast by nature in a patriot mould | H |
No private joy no private grief they know | E2 |
Their souls engross'd by public weal or woe | E2 |
Inglorious ease like ours they greatly scorn | M3 |
Let care with nobler wreaths their brows adorn | M3 |
Gladly they toil beneath the statesman's pains | Y |
Give them but credit for a statesman's brains | Y |
All would be deem'd e'en from the cradle fit | N3 |
To rule in politics as well as wit | N3 |
The grave the gay the fopling and the dunce | Y |
Start up God bless us statesman all at once | Y |
His mighty charge of souls the priest forgets | Y |
The court bred lord his promises and debts | Y |
Soldiers their fame misers forget their pelf | I3 |
The rake his mistress and the fop himself | I3 |
Whilst thoughts of higher moment claim their care | G |
And their wise heads the weight of kingdoms bear | G |
Females themselves the glorious ardour feel | O3 |
And boast an equal or a greater zeal | O3 |
From nymph to nymph the state infection flies | Y |
Swells in her breast and sparkles in her eyes | Y |
O'erwhelm'd by politics lie malice pride | X |
Envy and twenty other faults beside | X |
No more their little fluttering hearts confess | Y |
A passion for applause or rage for dress | Y |
No more they pant for public raree shows | Y |
Or lose one thought on monkeys or on beaux | Y |
Coquettes no more pursue the jilting plan | E3 |
And lustful prudes forget to rail at man | E3 |
The darling theme Cecilia's self will choose | Y |
Nor thinks of scandal whilst she talks of news | Y |
The cit a common councilman by place | Y |
Ten thousand mighty nothings in his face | Y |
By situation as by nature great | H2 |
With nice precision parcels out the state | H2 |
Proves and disproves affirms and then denies | Y |
Objects himself and to himself replies | Y |
Wielding aloft the politician rod | Y2 |
Makes Pitt by turns a devil and a god | Y2 |
Maintains e'en to the very teeth of Power | I2 |
The same thing right and wrong in half an hour | I2 |
Now all is well now he suspects a plot | M |
And plainly proves whatever is is not | M |
Fearfully wise he shakes his empty head | J |
And deals out empires as he deals out thread | J |
His useless scales are in a corner flung | P3 |
And Europe's balance hangs upon his tongue | P3 |
Peace to such triflers be our happier plan | E3 |
To pass through life as easy as we can | E3 |
Who's in or out who moves this grand machine | O |
Nor stirs my curiosity nor spleen | O |
Secrets of state no more I wish to know | Y |
Than secret movements of a puppet show | Y |
Let but the puppets move I've my desire | I2 |
Unseen the hand which guides the master wire | I2 |
What is't to us if taxes rise or fall | L2 |
Thanks to our fortune we pay none at all | L2 |
Let muckworms who in dirty acres deal | O3 |
Lament those hardships which we cannot feel | O3 |
His Grace who smarts may bellow if he please | Y |
But must I bellow too who sit at ease | Y |
By custom safe the poet's numbers flow | Y |
Free as the light and air some years ago | Y |
No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains | Y |
To tax our labours and excise our brains | Y |
Burthens like these vile earthly buildings bear | G |
No tribute's laid on castles in the air | G |
Let then the flames of war destructive reign | Q3 |
And England's terrors awe imperious Spain | Q3 |
Let every venal clan and neutral tribe | R3 |
Learn to receive conditions not prescribe | R3 |
Let each new year call loud for new supplies | Y |
And tax on tax with double burthen rise | Y |
Exempt we sit by no rude cares oppress'd | N2 |
And having little are with little bless'd | N2 |
All real ills in dark oblivion lie | G3 |
And joys by fancy form'd their place supply | G3 |
Night's laughing hours unheeded slip away | I |
Nor one dull thought foretells approach of day | I |
Thus have we lived and whilst the Fates afford | S3 |
Plain plenty to supply the frugal board | S3 |
Whilst Mirth with Decency his lovely bride | X |
And wine's gay god with Temperance by his side | X |
Their welcome visit pay whilst Health attends | Y |
The narrow circle of our chosen friends | Y |
Whilst frank Good humour consecrates the treat | F3 |
And woman makes society complete | F3 |
Thus will we live though in our teeth are hurl'd | T3 |
Those hackney strumpets Prudence and the World | T3 |
Prudence of old a sacred term implied | X |
Virtue with godlike wisdom for her guide | X |
But now in general use is known to mean | O |
The stalking horse of vice and folly's screen | O |
The sense perverted we retain the name | U3 |
Hypocrisy and Prudence are the same | U3 |
A tutor once more read in men than books | Y |
A kind of crafty knowledge in his looks | Y |
Demurely sly with high preferment bless'd | N2 |
His favourite pupil in these words address'd | N2 |
Wouldst thou my son be wise and virtuous deem'd | V3 |
By all mankind a prodigy esteem'd | V3 |
Be this thy rule be what men prudent call | L2 |
Prudence almighty Prudence gives thee all | L2 |
Keep up appearances there lies the test | N2 |
The world will give thee credit for the rest | N2 |
Outward be fair however foul within | W3 |
Sin if thou wilt but then in secret sin | W3 |
This maxim's into common favour grown | E |
Vice is no longer vice unless 'tis known | E |
Virtue indeed may barefaced take the field | X3 |
But vice is virtue when 'tis well conceal'd | X3 |
Should raging passion drive thee to a whore | Q2 |
Let Prudence lead thee to a postern door | Q2 |
Stay out all night but take especial care | G |
That Prudence bring thee back to early prayer | G |
As one with watching and with study faint | Y3 |
Reel in a drunkard and reel out a saint | Y3 |
With joy the youth this useful lesson heard | Z3 |
And in his memory stored each precious word | Z3 |
Successfully pursued the plan and now | A4 |
Room for my Lord Virtue stand by and bow | A4 |
And is this all is this the worldling's art | B3 |
To mask but not amend a vicious heart | B3 |
Shall lukewarm caution and demeanour grave | I3 |
For wise and good stamp every supple knave | I3 |
Shall wretches whom no real virtue warms | Y |
Gild fair their names and states with empty forms | Y |
While Virtue seeks in vain the wish'd for prize | Y |
Because disdaining ill she hates disguise | Y |
Because she frankly pours fourth all her store | Q2 |
Seems what she is and scorns to pass for more | Q2 |
Well be it so let vile dissemblers hold | H |
Unenvied power and boast their dear bought gold | H |
Me neither power shall tempt nor thirst of pelf | I3 |
To flatter others or deny myself | I3 |
Might the whole world be placed within my span | E3 |
I would not be that thing that prudent man | E3 |
What cries Sir Pliant would you then oppose | Y |
Yourself alone against a host of foes | Y |
Let not conceit and peevish lust to rail | A3 |
Above all sense of interest prevail | A3 |
Throw off for shame this petulance of wit | N3 |
Be wise be modest and for once submit | N3 |
Too hard the task 'gainst multitudes to fight | K |
You must be wrong the World is in the right | K |
What is this World A term which men have got | M |
To signify not one in ten knows what | B4 |
A term which with no more precision passes | Y |
To point out herds of men than herds of asses | Y |
In common use no more it means we find | C2 |
Than many fools in same opinions join'd | C4 |
Can numbers then change Nature's stated laws | Y |
Can numbers make the worse the better cause | Y |
Vice must be vice virtue be virtue still | J2 |
Though thousands rail at good and practise ill | J2 |
Wouldst thou defend the Gaul's destructive rage | R2 |
Because vast nations on his part engage | R2 |
Though to support the rebel Caesar's cause | Y |
Tumultuous legions arm against the laws | Y |
Though scandal would our patriot's name impeach | D4 |
And rails at virtues which she cannot reach | D4 |
What honest man but would with joy submit | N3 |
To bleed with Cato and retire with Pitt | N3 |
Steadfast and true to virtue's sacred laws | Y |
Unmoved by vulgar censure or applause | Y |
Let the World talk my friend that World we know | Y |
Which calls us guilty cannot make us so | Y |
Unawed by numbers follow Nature's plan | E3 |
Assert the rights or quit the name of man | E3 |
Consider well weigh strictly right and wrong | E4 |
Resolve not quick but once resolved be strong | E4 |
In spite of Dulness and in spite of Wit | N3 |
If to thyself thou canst thyself acquit | N3 |
Rather stand up assured with conscious pride | X |
Alone than err with millions on thy side | X |
Charles Churchill
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