The Borough. Letter Xii: Players Poem Rhyme Scheme

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These are monarchs none respect	A
Heroes yet an humbled crew	B
Nobles whom the crowd correct	A
Wealthy men whom duns pursue	B
Beauties shrinking from the view	B
Of the day's detecting eye	C
Lovers who with much ado	B
Long forsaken damsels woo	B
And heave the ill feign'd sigh	C
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These are misers craving means	D
Of existence through the day	E
Famous scholars conning scenes	D
Of a dull bewildering play	E
Ragged beaux and misses gray	E
Whom the rabble praise and blame	F
Proud and mean and sad and gay	E
Toiling after ease are they	E
Infamous and boasting fame	F
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DRAWN by the annual call we now behold	G
Our Troop Dramatic heroes known of old	G
And those since last they march'd enlisted and	H
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enrolled	G
Mounted on hacks or borne in waggons some	I
The rest on foot the humbler brethren come	I
Three favour'd places an unequal time	J
Join to support this company sublime	J
Ours for the longer period see how light	K
Yon parties move their former friends in sight	K
Whose claims are all allow'd and friendship glads	D
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the night	K
Now public rooms shall sound with words divine	L
And private lodgings hear how heroes shine	L
No talk of pay shall yet on pleasure steal	M
But kindest welcome bless the friendly meal	M
While o'er the social jug and decent cheer	N
Shall be described the fortunes of the year	N
Peruse these bills and see what each can do	B
Behold the prince the slave the monk the Jew	B
Change but the garment and they'll all engage	O
To take each part and act in every age	O
Cull'd from all houses what a house are they	E
Swept from all barns our Borough critics say	E
But with some portion of a critic's ire	P
We all endure them there are some admire	P
They might have praise confined to farce alone	Q
Full well they grin they should not try to groan	Q
But then our servants' and our seamen's wives	D
Love all that rant and rapture as their lives	D
He who 'Squire Richard's part could well sustain	R
Finds as King Richard he must roar amain	R
'My horse my horse ' Lo now to their abodes	D
Come lords and lovers empresses and gods	D
The master mover of these scenes has made	S
No trifling gain in this adventurous trade	S
Trade we may term it for he duly buys	D
Arms out of use and undirected eyes	D
These he instructs and guides them as he can	R
And vends each night the manufactured man	R
Long as our custom lasts they gladly stay	E
Then strike their tents like Tartars and away	E
The place grows bare where they too long remain	R
But grass will rise ere they return again	R
Children of Thespes welcome knights and	H
	-
queens	D
Counts barons beauties when before your scenes	D
And mighty monarchs thund'ring from your throne	R
Then step behind and all your glory's gone	R
Of crown and palace throne and guards bereft	T
The pomp is vanish'd and the care is left	T
Yet strong and lively is the joy they feel	M
When the full house secures the plenteous meal	M
Flatt'ring and flatter'd each attempts to raise	D
A brother's merits for a brother's praise	D
For never hero shows a prouder heart	U
Than he who proudly acts a hero's part	U
Nor without cause the boards we know can yield	V
Place for fierce contest like the tented field	V
Graceful to tread the stage to be in turn	R
The prince we honour and the knave we spurn	R
Bravely to bear the tumult of the crowd	W
The hiss tremendous and the censure loud	W
These are their parts and he who these sustains	D
Deserves some praise and profit for his pains	D
Heroes at least of gentler kind are they	E
Against whose swords no weeping widows pray	E
No blood their fury sheds nor havoc marks their	X
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way	E
Sad happy race soon raised and soon depress'd	Y
Your days all pass'd in jeopardy and jest	Y
Poor without prudence with afflictions vain	R
Not warn'd by misery not enrich'd by gain	R
Whom Justice pitying chides from place to place	D
A wandering careless wretched merry race	D
Whose cheerful looks assume and play the parts	D
Of happy rovers with repining hearts	D
Then cast off care and in the mimic pain	R
Of tragic woe feel spirits light and vain	R
Distress and hope the mind's the body's wear	X
The man's affliction and the actor's tear	X
Alternate times of fasting and excess	D
Are yours ye smiling children of distress	D
Slaves though ye be your wandering freedom	I
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seems	D
And with your varying views and restless schemes	D
Your griefs are transient as your joys are dreams	D
Yet keen those griefs ah what avail thy	C
	-
charms	D
Fair Juliet what that infant in thine arms	D
What those heroic lines thy patience learns	D
What all the aid thy present Romeo earns	D
Whilst thou art crowded in that lumbering wain	R
With all thy plaintive sisters to complain	R
Nor is there lack of labour To rehearse	D
Day after day poor scraps of prose and verse	D
To bear each other's spirit pride and spite	K
To hide in rant the heart ache of the night	K
To dress in gaudy patchwork and to force	D
The mind to think on the appointed course	D
This is laborious and may be defined	Z
The bootless labour of the thriftless mind	Z
There is a veteran Dame I see her stand	A2
Intent and pensive with her book in hand	A2
Awhile her thoughts she forces on her part	U
Then dwells on objects nearer to the heart	U
Across the room she paces gets her tone	R
And fits her features for the Danish throne	R
To night a queen I mark her motion slow	B2
I hear her speech and Hamlet's mother know	B2
Methinks 'tis pitiful to see her try	C
For strength of arms and energy of eye	C
With vigour lost and spirits worn away	E
Her pomp and pride she labours to display	E
And when awhile she's tried her part to act	C2
To find her thoughts arrested by some fact	C2
When struggles more and more severe are seen	R
In the plain actress than the Danish queen	R
At length she feels her part she finds delight	K
And fancies all the plaudits of the night	K
Old as she is she smiles at every speech	D2
And thinks no youthful part beyond her reach	D2
But as the mist of vanity again	R
Is blown away by press of present pain	R
Sad and in doubt she to her purse applies	D
For cause of comfort where no comfort lies	D
Then to her task she sighing turns again	R
'Oh Hamlet thou hast cleft my heart in twain '	-
And who that poor consumptive wither'd thing	E2
Who strains her slender throat and strives to sing	E2
Panting for breath and forced her voice to drop	F2
And far unlike the inmate of the shop	F2
Where she in youth and health alert and gay	E
Laugh'd off at night the labours of the day	E
With novels verses fancy's fertile powers	D
And sister converse pass'd the evening hours	D
But Cynthia's soul was soft her wishes strong	G2
Her judgment weak and her conclusions wrong	G2
The morning call and counter were her dread	H2
And her contempt the needle and the thread	H2
But when she read a gentle damsel's part	U
Her woe her wish she had them all by heart	U
At length the hero of the boards drew nigh	C
Who spake of love till sigh re echo'd sigh	C
He told in honey'd words his deathless flame	F
And she his own by tender vows became	F
Nor ring nor licence needed souls so fond	I2
Alfonso's passion was his Cynthia's bond	I2
And thus the simple girl to shame betray'd	S
Sinks to the grave forsaken and dismay'd	S
Sick without pity sorrowing without hope	J2
See her the grief and scandal of the troop	K2
A wretched martyr to a childish pride	L2
Her woe insulted and her praise denied	L2
Her humble talents though derided used	M2
Her prospects lost her confidence abused	M2
All that remains for she not long can brave	N2
Increase of evils is an early grave	N2
Ye gentle Cynthias of the shop take heed	O2
What dreams you cherish and what books ye read	H2
A decent sum had Peter Nottage made	S
By joining bricks to him a thriving trade	S
Of his employment master and his wife	P2
This humble tradesman led a lordly life	P2
The house of kings and heroes lack'd repairs	D
And Peter though reluctant served the Players	D
Connected thus he heard in way polite	K
'Come Master Nottage see us play to night '	-
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George Crabbe

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