Visions Of The Worlds Vanitie. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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One day whiles that my daylie cares did sleepeA
My spirit shaking off her earthly prisonB
Began to enter into meditation deepeA
Of things exceeding reach of common reasonB
Such as this age in which all good is geasonB
And all that humble is and meane debacedC
Hath brought forth in her last declining seasonB
Griefe of good mindes to see goodnesse disgracedC
On which when as my thought was throghly placedC
Vnto my eyes strange showes presented wereD
Picturing that which I in minde embracedC
That yet those sights empassion me full nereD
Such as they were faire Ladie take in worthE
That when time serues may bring things better forthF
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In Summers day when Phoebus fairly shoneB
I saw a Bull as white as driuen snoweG
With gilden hornes embowed like the MooneB
In a fresh flowring meadow lying loweG
Vp to his eares the verdant grasse did groweG
And the gay floures did offer to be eatenB
But he with fatnes so did ouerfloweG
That he all wallowed in the weedes downe beatenB
Ne car'd with them his daintie lips to sweetenB
Till that a Brize a scorned little creatureD
Through his faire hide his angrie sting did threatenB
And vext so sore that all his goodly featureD
And all his plenteous pasture nought him pleasedC
So by the small the great is oft diseasedC
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Beside the fruitfull shore of muddie NileH
Vpon a sunnie banke outstretched layI
In monstrous length a mightie CrocodileH
That cram'd with guiltles blood and greedie prayI
Of wretched people trauailing that wayI
Thought all things lesse than his disdainfull prideC
I saw a little Bird cal'd TedulaH
The least of thousands which on earth abideC
That forst this hideous beast to open wideC
The greisly gates of his deuouring hellH
And let him feede as Nature doth prouideC
Vpon his iawes that with blacke venime swellH
Why then should greatest things the least disdaineB
Sith that so small so mighty can constraineB
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The kingly Bird that beares Ioues thunder clapA
One day did scorne the simple ScarabeeJ
Proud of his highest seruice and good hapA
That made all other Foules his thralls to beeJ
The silly Flie that no other redresse did seeJ
Spide where the Eagle built his towring nestC
And kindling fire within the hollow treeJ
Burnt vp his yong ones and himselfe distrestC
Ne suffred him in anie place to restC
But droue in Ioues owne lap his egs to layH
Where gathering also filth him to infestC
Forst with the filth his egs to fling awayH
For which when as the Foule was wroth said IoueK
Lo how the least the greatest may reproueJ
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Toward the sea turning my troubled eyeL
I saw the fish if fish I may it cleepeA
That makes the sea before his face to flyeL
And with his flaggie finnes doth seeme to sweepeA
The fomie waues out of the dreadfull deepA
The huge Leuiathan dame Natures wonderJ
Making his sport that manie makes to weepA
A sword fish small him from the rest did sunderJ
That in his throat him pricking softly vnderJ
His wide Abysse him forced forth to speweH
That all the sea did roare like heauens thunderJ
And all the waues were stain'd with filthie heweH
Hereby I learned haue not to despiseM
What euer thing seemes small in common eyesM
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An hideous Dragon dreadfull to beholdC
Whose backe was arm'd against the dint of speareJ
With shields of brasse that shone like burnisht goldeC
And forkhed sting that death in it did beareJ
Stroue with a Spider his vnequall peareJ
And bad defiance to his enemieN
The subtill vermin creeping closely neareJ
Did in his drinke shed poyson priuilyH
Which through his entrailes spredding diuerslyH
Made him to swell that nigh his bowells brustC
And him enforst to yeeld the victorieJ
That did so much in his owne greatnesse trustC
O how great vainnesse is it then to scorneB
The weake that hath the strong so oft forlorneB
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High on a hill a goodly Cedar greweH
Of wondrous length and streight proportionB
That farre abroad her daintie odours threweH
Mongst all the daughters of proud LibanonB
Her match in beautie was not anie oneB
Shortly within her inmost pith there bredC
A litle wicked worme perceiue'd of noneB
That on her sap and vitall moysture fedC
Thenceforth her garland so much honouredC
Began to die O great ruth for the sameN
And her faire lockes fell from her loftie headC
That shortly balde and bared she becameN
I which this sight beheld was much dismayedC
To see so goodly thing so soone decayedC
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Soone after this I saw an ElephantC
Adorn'd with bells and bosses gorgeouslieH
That on his backe did beare as batteilantC
A gilden towre which shone exceedinglieH
That he himselfe through foolish vanitieC
Both for his rich attire and goodly formeN
Was puffed vp with passing surquedrieJ
And shortly gan all other beasts to scorneB
Till that a little Ant a silly wormeN
Into his nosthrils creeping so him painedC
That casting downe his towres he did deformeN
Both borrowed pride and natiue beautie stainedC
Let therefore nought that great is therein glorieJ
Sith so small thing his happines may varieJ
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Looking far foorth into the Ocean wideC
A goodly ship with banners brauely dightC
And flag in her top gallant I espideC
Through the maine sea making her merry flightC
Faire blew the winde into her bosome rightC
And th' heauens looked louely all the whileH
That she did seeme to daunce as in delightC
And at her owne felicitie did smileH
All sodainely there cloue vnto her keeleH
A little fish that men call RemoraJ
Which stopt her course and held her by the heeleH
That winde nor tide could moue her thence awayH
Straunge thing me seemeth that so small a thingO
Should able be so great an one to wringO
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A mighty Lyon Lord of all the woodC
Hauing his hunger throughly satisfideC
With pray of beasts and spoyle of liuing bloodC
Safe in his dreadles den him thought to hideC
His sternesse was his prayse his strength his prideC
And all his glory in his cruell clawesM
I saw a wasp that fiecely him defideC
And bad him battaile euen to his iawesM
Sore he him stong that it the blood forth drawesM
And his proude heart is fild with fretting ireJ
In vaine he threats his teeth his tayle his pawesM
And from his bloodie eyes doth sparkle fireJ
That dead himselfe he wisheth for despightC
So weakest may anoy the most of mightC
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What time the Romaine Empire bore the raineB
Of all the world and florisht most in mightC
The nations gan their soueraigntie disdaineB
And cast to quitt them from their bondage quightC
So when all shrouded were in silent nightC
The Galles were by corrupting of a maydeC
Possest nigh of the Capitol through slightC
Had not a Goose the treachery bewraydeC
If then a Goose great Rome from ruine staydeC
And Ioue himselfe the patron of the placeM
Preserud from being to his foes betraydeC
Why do vaine men mean things so much defaceM
And in their might repose their most assuranceM
Sith nought on earth can chalenge long enduranceM
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When these sad sights were ouerpast and goneB
My spright was greatly moued in her restC
With inward ruth and deare affectionB
To see so great things by so small distrestC
Thenceforth I gan in my engrieued brestC
To scorne all difference of great and smallH
Sith that the greatest often are opprestC
And vnawares doe into daunger fallH
And ye that read these ruines tragicallH
Learne by their losse to loue the low degreeJ
And if that fortune chaunce you vp to callH
To honours seat forget not what you beJ
For he that of himselfe is most secureJ
Shall finde his state most fickle and vnsureJ

Edmund Spenser



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