Visions Of The Worlds Vanitie. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCBCCDCDEF BGBGGBGBBDBDCC HIHIICHCCHCHBB AJAJJCJCCHCHKJ LALAAJAJJHJHMM CJCJJNJHHCJCBB HBHBBCBCCNCNCC CHCHCNJBNCNCJJ CCCCCHCHHJHHOO CCCCCMCMMJMJCC BCBCCCCCCMCMMM BCBCCHCHHJHJJJOne day whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe | A |
My spirit shaking off her earthly prison | B |
Began to enter into meditation deepe | A |
Of things exceeding reach of common reason | B |
Such as this age in which all good is geason | B |
And all that humble is and meane debaced | C |
Hath brought forth in her last declining season | B |
Griefe of good mindes to see goodnesse disgraced | C |
On which when as my thought was throghly placed | C |
Vnto my eyes strange showes presented were | D |
Picturing that which I in minde embraced | C |
That yet those sights empassion me full nere | D |
Such as they were faire Ladie take in worth | E |
That when time serues may bring things better forth | F |
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In Summers day when Phoebus fairly shone | B |
I saw a Bull as white as driuen snowe | G |
With gilden hornes embowed like the Moone | B |
In a fresh flowring meadow lying lowe | G |
Vp to his eares the verdant grasse did growe | G |
And the gay floures did offer to be eaten | B |
But he with fatnes so did ouerflowe | G |
That he all wallowed in the weedes downe beaten | B |
Ne car'd with them his daintie lips to sweeten | B |
Till that a Brize a scorned little creature | D |
Through his faire hide his angrie sting did threaten | B |
And vext so sore that all his goodly feature | D |
And all his plenteous pasture nought him pleased | C |
So by the small the great is oft diseased | C |
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Beside the fruitfull shore of muddie Nile | H |
Vpon a sunnie banke outstretched lay | I |
In monstrous length a mightie Crocodile | H |
That cram'd with guiltles blood and greedie pray | I |
Of wretched people trauailing that way | I |
Thought all things lesse than his disdainfull pride | C |
I saw a little Bird cal'd Tedula | H |
The least of thousands which on earth abide | C |
That forst this hideous beast to open wide | C |
The greisly gates of his deuouring hell | H |
And let him feede as Nature doth prouide | C |
Vpon his iawes that with blacke venime swell | H |
Why then should greatest things the least disdaine | B |
Sith that so small so mighty can constraine | B |
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The kingly Bird that beares Ioues thunder clap | A |
One day did scorne the simple Scarabee | J |
Proud of his highest seruice and good hap | A |
That made all other Foules his thralls to bee | J |
The silly Flie that no other redresse did see | J |
Spide where the Eagle built his towring nest | C |
And kindling fire within the hollow tree | J |
Burnt vp his yong ones and himselfe distrest | C |
Ne suffred him in anie place to rest | C |
But droue in Ioues owne lap his egs to lay | H |
Where gathering also filth him to infest | C |
Forst with the filth his egs to fling away | H |
For which when as the Foule was wroth said Ioue | K |
Lo how the least the greatest may reproue | J |
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Toward the sea turning my troubled eye | L |
I saw the fish if fish I may it cleepe | A |
That makes the sea before his face to flye | L |
And with his flaggie finnes doth seeme to sweepe | A |
The fomie waues out of the dreadfull deep | A |
The huge Leuiathan dame Natures wonder | J |
Making his sport that manie makes to weep | A |
A sword fish small him from the rest did sunder | J |
That in his throat him pricking softly vnder | J |
His wide Abysse him forced forth to spewe | H |
That all the sea did roare like heauens thunder | J |
And all the waues were stain'd with filthie hewe | H |
Hereby I learned haue not to despise | M |
What euer thing seemes small in common eyes | M |
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An hideous Dragon dreadfull to behold | C |
Whose backe was arm'd against the dint of speare | J |
With shields of brasse that shone like burnisht golde | C |
And forkhed sting that death in it did beare | J |
Stroue with a Spider his vnequall peare | J |
And bad defiance to his enemie | N |
The subtill vermin creeping closely neare | J |
Did in his drinke shed poyson priuily | H |
Which through his entrailes spredding diuersly | H |
Made him to swell that nigh his bowells brust | C |
And him enforst to yeeld the victorie | J |
That did so much in his owne greatnesse trust | C |
O how great vainnesse is it then to scorne | B |
The weake that hath the strong so oft forlorne | B |
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High on a hill a goodly Cedar grewe | H |
Of wondrous length and streight proportion | B |
That farre abroad her daintie odours threwe | H |
Mongst all the daughters of proud Libanon | B |
Her match in beautie was not anie one | B |
Shortly within her inmost pith there bred | C |
A litle wicked worme perceiue'd of none | B |
That on her sap and vitall moysture fed | C |
Thenceforth her garland so much honoured | C |
Began to die O great ruth for the same | N |
And her faire lockes fell from her loftie head | C |
That shortly balde and bared she became | N |
I which this sight beheld was much dismayed | C |
To see so goodly thing so soone decayed | C |
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Soone after this I saw an Elephant | C |
Adorn'd with bells and bosses gorgeouslie | H |
That on his backe did beare as batteilant | C |
A gilden towre which shone exceedinglie | H |
That he himselfe through foolish vanitie | C |
Both for his rich attire and goodly forme | N |
Was puffed vp with passing surquedrie | J |
And shortly gan all other beasts to scorne | B |
Till that a little Ant a silly worme | N |
Into his nosthrils creeping so him pained | C |
That casting downe his towres he did deforme | N |
Both borrowed pride and natiue beautie stained | C |
Let therefore nought that great is therein glorie | J |
Sith so small thing his happines may varie | J |
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Looking far foorth into the Ocean wide | C |
A goodly ship with banners brauely dight | C |
And flag in her top gallant I espide | C |
Through the maine sea making her merry flight | C |
Faire blew the winde into her bosome right | C |
And th' heauens looked louely all the while | H |
That she did seeme to daunce as in delight | C |
And at her owne felicitie did smile | H |
All sodainely there cloue vnto her keele | H |
A little fish that men call Remora | J |
Which stopt her course and held her by the heele | H |
That winde nor tide could moue her thence away | H |
Straunge thing me seemeth that so small a thing | O |
Should able be so great an one to wring | O |
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A mighty Lyon Lord of all the wood | C |
Hauing his hunger throughly satisfide | C |
With pray of beasts and spoyle of liuing blood | C |
Safe in his dreadles den him thought to hide | C |
His sternesse was his prayse his strength his pride | C |
And all his glory in his cruell clawes | M |
I saw a wasp that fiecely him defide | C |
And bad him battaile euen to his iawes | M |
Sore he him stong that it the blood forth drawes | M |
And his proude heart is fild with fretting ire | J |
In vaine he threats his teeth his tayle his pawes | M |
And from his bloodie eyes doth sparkle fire | J |
That dead himselfe he wisheth for despight | C |
So weakest may anoy the most of might | C |
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What time the Romaine Empire bore the raine | B |
Of all the world and florisht most in might | C |
The nations gan their soueraigntie disdaine | B |
And cast to quitt them from their bondage quight | C |
So when all shrouded were in silent night | C |
The Galles were by corrupting of a mayde | C |
Possest nigh of the Capitol through slight | C |
Had not a Goose the treachery bewrayde | C |
If then a Goose great Rome from ruine stayde | C |
And Ioue himselfe the patron of the place | M |
Preserud from being to his foes betrayde | C |
Why do vaine men mean things so much deface | M |
And in their might repose their most assurance | M |
Sith nought on earth can chalenge long endurance | M |
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When these sad sights were ouerpast and gone | B |
My spright was greatly moued in her rest | C |
With inward ruth and deare affection | B |
To see so great things by so small distrest | C |
Thenceforth I gan in my engrieued brest | C |
To scorne all difference of great and small | H |
Sith that the greatest often are opprest | C |
And vnawares doe into daunger fall | H |
And ye that read these ruines tragicall | H |
Learne by their losse to loue the low degree | J |
And if that fortune chaunce you vp to call | H |
To honours seat forget not what you be | J |
For he that of himselfe is most secure | J |
Shall finde his state most fickle and vnsure | J |
Edmund Spenser
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