Woodmanship Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDCFGFGHIHIDJDB KDKDDLDLMNMOPQPQBDBD JRJRQJQJJRJRSDSDJJBJ JTJTJDJDDJDJDJDJRURU QSQSSVSVDJDJDJDJSWSW DSDSSKSKSXDXSYSYSDSD SSSSSJSJJJJJSSSSSJSJ JJJJJZJZDD RMy worthy Lord I pray you wonder not | A |
To see your woodman shoot so oft awry | B |
Nor that he stands amaz d like a sot | C |
And lets the harmless deer unhurt go by | B |
Or if he strike a doe which is but carren | D |
Laugh not good Lord but favor such a fault | E |
Take will in worth he would fain hit the barren | D |
But though his heart be good his hap is naught | C |
And therefore now I crave your Lordship's leave | F |
To tell you plain what is the cause of this | G |
First if it please your honor to perceive | F |
What makes your woodman shoot so oft amiss | G |
Believe me Lord the case is nothing strange | H |
He shoots awry almost at every mark | I |
His eyes have been so us d for to range | H |
That now God knows they be both dim and dark | I |
For proof he bears the note of folly now | D |
Who shot sometimes to hit Philosophy | J |
And ask you why forsooth I make avow | D |
Because his wanton wits went all awry | B |
Next that he shot to be a man of law | K |
And spent some time with learn d Littleton | D |
Yet in the end he prov d but a daw | K |
For law was dark and he had quickly done | D |
Then could he wish Fitzherbert such a brain | D |
As Tully had to write the law by art | L |
So that with pleasure or with little pain | D |
He might perhaps have caught a truant's part | L |
But all too late he most misliked the thing | M |
Which most might help to guide his arrow straight | N |
He wink d wrong and so let slip the string | M |
Which cast him wide for all his quaint conceit | O |
From thence he shot to catch a courtly grace | P |
And thought even there to weild the world at will | Q |
But out alas he much mistook the place | P |
And shot awry at every rover still | Q |
The blazing baits which draw the gazing eye | B |
Unfeathered there his first affecti n | D |
No wonder then although he shot awry | B |
Wanting the feathers of discreti n | D |
Yet more than them the marks of dignity | J |
He much mistook and shot the wronger way | R |
Thinking the purse of prodigality | J |
Had been best mean to purchase such a prey | R |
He thought the flattering face which fleereth still | Q |
Had been full fraught with all fidelity | J |
And that such words as courtiers use at will | Q |
Could not have varied from the verity | J |
But when his bonnet button d with gold | J |
His comely cap beguarded all with gay | R |
His bombast hose with linings manifold | J |
His knit silk stocks and all his quaint array | R |
Had picked his purse of all the Peter pence | S |
Which might have paid for his promoti n | D |
Then all too late he found that light expense | S |
Had quite quenched out the court's devoti n | D |
So that since then the taste of misery | J |
Hath been always full bitter in his bit | J |
And why forsooth because he shot awry | B |
Mistaking still the marks which others hit | J |
But now behold what marks the man doth find | J |
He shoots to be a solider in his age | T |
Mistrusting all the virtues of the mind | J |
He trusts the power of his personage | T |
As though long limbs led by a lusty heart | J |
Might yet suffice to make him rich again | D |
But Flushing frays have taught him such a part | J |
That now he thinks the wars yeild no such gain | D |
And sure I fear unless your lordship deign | D |
To train him yet into some better trade | J |
It will be long before he hit the vein | D |
Whereby he may a richer man be made | J |
He cannot climb as other catchers can | D |
To lead a charge before himself be led | J |
He cannot spoil the simple sakeless man | D |
Which is content to feed him with his bread | J |
He cannot pinch the painful soldier's pay | R |
And shear him out his share in ragged sheets | U |
He cannot stoop to take a greedy prey | R |
Upon his fellows groveling in the streets | U |
He cannot pull the spoil from such as pill | Q |
And seem full angry at such foul offense | S |
Although the gain of content his greedy will | Q |
Under the cloak of contrary pretence | S |
And nowadays the man that shoots not so | S |
May shoot amiss even as your woodman doth | V |
But then you marvel why I let them go | S |
And never shoot but say farewell forsooth | V |
Alas my Lord while I do muse hereon | D |
And call to mind my youthful years misspent | J |
They give me such a bone to gnaw upon | D |
That all my senses are in silence pent | J |
My mind is rapt in contemplati n | D |
Wherein my dazzled eyes only behold | J |
The black hour of my constellati n | D |
Which fram d me so luckless on the mold | J |
Yet therewithal I cannot but confess | S |
That vain presumption makes my heart to swell | W |
For thus I think not all the world I guess | S |
Shoots bet than I nay some shoots not so well | W |
In Aristotle somewhat did I learn | D |
To guide my manners all by comeliness | S |
And Tully taught me somewhat to discern | D |
Between sweet speech and barbarous rudeness | S |
Old Parkins Rastell and Dan Bracton's books | S |
Did lend me somewhat of the lawless law | K |
The crafty courtiers with their guileful looks | S |
Must needs put some experience in my maw | K |
Yet cannot these with many mast'ries moe | S |
Make me shoot straight at any gainful prick | X |
Where some that never handled such a bow | D |
Can hit the white or touch it near the quick | X |
Who can nor speak nor write in pleasant wise | S |
Nor lead their life by Aristotle's rule | Y |
Nor argue well on questions that arise | S |
Nor plead a case more than my lord mayor's mule | Y |
Yet can they hit the marks that I do miss | S |
And win the mean which may the man maintain | D |
Now when my mind doth mumble upon this | S |
No wonder then although I pine for pain | D |
And whiles mine eyes behold this mirror thus | S |
The herd goeth by and farewell gentle does | S |
So that your lordship quikly may discuss | S |
What blinds mine eys so oft as I suppose | S |
But since my Muse can to my Lord rehearse | S |
What makes me miss and why I do not shoot | J |
Let me imagine in this worthless verse | S |
If right before me at my standing's foot | J |
There stood a doe and I should strike her dead | J |
And then she prove a carrion carcass too | J |
What figure might I find within my head | J |
To scuse the rage which ruled me so to do | J |
Some might interpret with plain paraphrase | S |
That lack of skill or fortune led the chance | S |
But I must otherwise expound the case | S |
I say Jehovah did this doe advance | S |
And made her bold to stand before me so | S |
Till I had thrust mine arrow to her heart | J |
That by the sudden of her overthrow | S |
I might endeavor to amend my part | J |
And turn mine eyes that they no more behold | J |
Such guileful marks as seem more than they be | J |
And though they glister outwardly like gold | J |
Are inwardly like brass as men may see | J |
And when I see the milk hang in her teat | J |
Methinks it saith old babe now learn to suck | Z |
Who in thy youth coulst never learn the feat | J |
To hit the whites which live with all good luck | Z |
Thus have I told my Lord God grant in season | D |
A tedious tale in rhyme but little reason | D |
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Haud ictus sapio | R |
George Gascoigne
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