The Complaint: Or Night Thoughts (excerpt) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGCHIJKLLMNOPCQ LRSLTUVWXLYZLA2B2LB2 C2D2E2F2G2LLH2B2E2G2 I2J2LK2

By Nature's law what may be may be nowA
There's no prerogative in human hoursB
In human hearts what bolder thought can riseC
Than man's presumption on to morrow's dawnD
Where is to morrow In another worldE
For numbers this is certain the reverseF
Is sure to none and yet on this perhapsG
This peradventure infamous for liesC
As on a rock of adamant we buildH
Our mountain hopes spin out eternal schemesI
As we the Fatal Sisters could out spinJ
And big with life's futurities expireK
Not ev'n Philander had bespoke his shroudL
Nor had he cause a warning was deny'dL
How many fall as sudden not as safeM
As sudden though for years admonish'd homeN
Of human ills the last extreme bewareO
Beware Lorenzo a slow sudden deathP
How dreadful that deliberate surpriseC
Be wise to day 'tis madness to deferQ
Next day the fatal precedent will pleadL
Thus on till wisdom is push'd out of lifeR
Procrastination is the thief of timeS
Year after year it steals till all are fledL
And to the mercies of a moment leavesT
The vast concerns of an eternal sceneU
If not so frequent would not this be strangeV
That 'tis so frequent this is stranger stillW
Of man's miraculous mistakes this bearsX
The palm quot That all men are about to live quotL
For ever on the brink of being bornY
All pay themselves the compliment to thinkZ
They one day shall not drivel and their prideL
On this reversion takes up ready praiseA2
At least their own their future selves applaudsB2
How excellent that life they ne'er will leadL
Time lodg'd in their own hands is Folly's vailsB2
That lodg'd in Fate's to Wisdom they consignC2
The thing they can't but purpose they postponeD2
'Tis not in folly not to scorn a foolE2
And scarce in human wisdom to do moreF2
All promise is poor dilatory manG2
And that through every stage when young indeedL
In full content we sometimes nobly restL
Unanxious for ourselves and only wishH2
As duteous sons our fathers were more wiseB2
At thirty man suspects himself a foolE2
Knows it at forty and reforms his planG2
At fifty chides his infamous delayI2
Pushes his prudent purpose to resolveJ2
In all the magnanimity of thoughtL
Resolves and re resolves then dies the sameK2

Edward Young



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