The Hypochondriacal Pluto. A Romance Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The Hypochondriacal Pluto A Romance Book IA
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The sullen mayor who reigns in hellB
By mortals Pluto hightC
Who thrashes all his subjects wellB
Both morn and eve as stories tellB
And rules the realms of nightC
All pleasure lost in cursing onceD
All joy in flogging for the nonceE
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The sedentary life he ledF
Upon his brazen chairG
Made his hindquarters very redF
While pricks as from a nettle bedF
He felt both here and thereG
A burning sun too chanced to shineH
And boiled down all his blood to brineH
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'Tis true he drank full many a draughtI
Of Phlegethon's black floodJ
By cupping leeches doctor's craftI
And venesection fore and aftI
They took from him much bloodJ
Full many a clyster was appliedK
And purging too was also triedK
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His doctor versed in sciencesL
With wig beneath his hatM
Argued and showed with wondrous easeN
From Celsus and HippocratesO
When he in judgment satM
Right worshipful the mayor of hellB
The liver's wrong I see full wellB
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He's but a booby Pluto saidF
With all his trash and pillsP
A man like me pray where's his headF
A young man yet his wits have fledF
While youth my veins yet fillsP
Unless electuaries he'll bringQ
Full in his face my club I'll flingQ
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Or right or wrong 'twas a hard caseR
To weather such a trialS
Poor men who lose a king's good graceR
He's straight saluted in the faceR
By every splint and phialS
He very wisely made no fussT
This hint he learnt of CerberusT
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Go fetch the barber of the skiesT
Apollo to me soonU
An airy courier straightway fliesT
Upon his beast and onward hiesT
And skims past poles and moonU
As he went off the clock struck fourV
At five his charger reached the doorV
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Just then Apollo happened Heigh hoW
A sonnet to have madeX
Oh dear me no upon Miss IoW
Such is the tale I heard from ClioW
The midwife to have playedX
The boy as if stamped out of waxT
Might Zeus as father fairly taxT
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He read the letter half asleepY
Then started in dismayZ
The road is long and hell is deepY
Your rocks I know are rough and steepY
Yet like a king he'll payZ
He dons his cap of mist and fursT
Then through the air the charger spursT
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With locks all frizzled a la modeA2
And ruffles smooth and niceT
In gala dress that brightly glowedA2
A gift Aurora had bestowedA2
With watch chains of high priceT
With toes turned out and chapeau basT
He stood before hell's mighty czarB2
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The Hypochondriacal Pluto A Romance Book IIW
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The grumbler in his usual toneC2
Received him with a curseT
To Pomerania straight begoneC2
Ugh how he smells of eau de CologneC2
Why brimstone isn't worseT
He'd best be off to heaven againC2
Or he'll infect hell's wide domainC2
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The god of pills in sore surpriseT
A spring then backwards tookD2
Is this his highness' usual guiseT
'Tis in the brain I see that liesT
The mischief what a lookD2
See how his eyes in frenzy rollS
The case is bad upon my soulS
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A journey to ElysiumE2
The infectus would dissolveF2
Making the saps less tough becomeE2
As through the CapitoliumE2
And stomach they revolveF2
Provisionally be it soT
Let's start then but incognitoT
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Ay worthy sir no doubt well meantG2
If in these regions hazyT
As with you folk so charged with scentG2
You dapper ones who heaven frequentH2
'Twere proper to be lazyT
If hell a master needed notI2
Why then I'd follow on the spotI2
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Ha if the cat once turned her backJ2
Pray where would be the miceT
They'd sally forth from every crackJ2
My very mufti would attackJ2
Spoil all things in a triceT
Oddsbodikins 'tis pretty coolS
I'll let him see I'm no such foolS
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A pleasant uproar happened erstI2
When they assailed my towerK2
No fault of mine 'twas at the worstI2
That from their desks and chains to burstI2
Philosophers had powerK2
What has there e'er escaped a poetI2
Help heaven what misery to know itI2
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When days are long folks talk more stuffL2
Upon your seats no doubtI2
With all your cards and music roughL2
And scribblings too 'tis hard enoughL2
The moments to eke outI2
Idleness like a flea will gnawC2
On velvet cushions as on strawC2
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My brother no attempt omitsT
To drive away ennuiT
His lightning round about him flitsT
The target with his storms he hitsT
Those howls prove that to meT
Till Rhea's trembling shoulders acheM2
And force me e'en for hell to quakeM2
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Were I grandfather Coelus thoughT
You wouldn't soon escapeN2
Into my belly straight you'd goT
And in your swaddling clothes cry 'oh '-
And through five windows gapeN2
First o'er my stream you'd have to comeE2
And then perhaps to ElysiumE2
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Your steed you mounted I dare sayT
In hopes to catch a gooseT
If it is worth the trouble prayT
Tell what you've heard from me to dayT
At shaving time to ZeusT
Just leave him then to swallow itI2
I don't care what he thinks a bitI2
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You'd better now go homeward straightI2
Your servant there's the doorV
For all your pains one moment waitI2
I'll give you liberal is the rateI2
A piece of ruby oreV
In heaven such things are raretiesT
We use them for base purposesT
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The Hypochondriacal Pluto A Romance Book IIIW
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The god at once then said farewellS
At small politeness strivingQ
When sudden through the crowds of hellS
A flying courier rushed pell mellS
From Tellus' bounds arrivingQ
Monarch a doctor follows meT
Behold this wondrous prodigyT
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Place for the doctor each one saidI2
He comes with spurs and whipO2
To every one he nods his headI2
As if he had been born and bredI2
In Tartarus the ripO2
As jaunty fearless full of nousT
As Britons in the Lower HouseT
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Good morrow worthy sirs AhemT
I'm glad to see that hereP2
Where all they of Prometheus' stemT
Must come whene'er the Fates condemnT
One meets with such good cheerQ2
Why for Elysium care a rushR2
I'd rather see hell's fountains gushR2
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Stop stop his impudence I vowS2
Its due reward shall meetI2
By Charles's wain I swear it nowS2
He must no questions I'll allowS2
Prescribe me a receiptI2
All hell is mine I'm Pluto hightI2
Make haste to bring your wares to lightI2
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The doctor with a knowing lookD2
The swarthy king surveyedI2
He neither felt his pulse nor tookD2
The usual steps see Galen's bookD2
No difference 'twould have madeI2
As piercing as electric fireK2
He eyed him to his heart's desireK2
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Monarch I'll tell thee in a triceT
The thing that's needed hereP2
Though desperate may seem the adviceT
The case itself is very niceT
And children dragons fearQ2
Devil must devil eat no moreV
Either a wife or helleboreV
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Whether she scold or sportive playT
'Tween these no medium's knownC2
She'll drive the incubus awayT
That has assailed thee many a dayT
Upon thine iron throneC2
She'll make the nimble spirits fleetI2
Up towards the head down towards the feetI2
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Long may the doctor honored beT
Who let this saying fallS
He ought to have his effigyT
By Phidias sculptured so that heT
May be discerned by allS
A monument forever thrivingQ
Boerhaave Hippocrates survivingQ

Friedrich Schiller



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