From 'the Motto' Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABACCDDEEFGDDHHDDII JKDDLLMNOOOOOOAALLAA OOAAOOAAOOOOBA IIOODDPQQQOODDLLOOAA AADDOODDDARSDDOO SSTUVVAADDLLSSOOOODD LLSSOOODLLDDOODDDDSS OOSSLLSSOOAAOODDOODDAnd first that no man else may censure me | A |
For vaunting what belongeth not to me | A |
Heare what I have not for Tie not deny | B |
To make confession of my poverty | A |
I have not of myselfe the powre or grace | C |
To be or not to be one minute space | C |
I have not strength another word to write | D |
Or tell you what I purpose to indite | D |
Or thinke out halfe a thought before my death | E |
But by the leave of him that gave me breath | E |
I have no native goodnes in my soul | F |
But I was over all corrupt and foul | G |
And till another cleans'd me I had nought | D |
That was not stain'd within me not a thought | D |
I have no propper merrit neither will | H |
Or to resolve or act but what is ill | H |
I have no meanes of safety or content | D |
In ought which mine owne wisdom can invent | D |
Nor have I reason to be desperate tho | I |
Because for this a remedy I know | I |
I have no portion in the world like this | J |
That I may breathe that ayre which common is | K |
Nor have I seen within this spacious round | D |
What I have worth my joy or sorrow found | D |
Except it hath for these that follow binn | L |
The love of my Redeemer and my sinn | L |
I none of those great priviledges have | M |
Which makes the minions of the time so brave | N |
I have no sumpteous pallaces or bowers | O |
That overtop my neighbours with their tow'rs | O |
I have no large demeanes or princely rents | O |
Like those heroes nor their discontents | O |
I have no glories from mine auncesters | O |
For want of reall worth to bragg of theirs | O |
Nor have I baseness in my pedigree | A |
For it is noble though obscure it be | A |
I have no golde those honours to obtaine | L |
Which men might heretofore by vertue gaine | L |
Nor have I witt if wealth were given me | A |
To thinke bought place or title honour'd me | A |
I yet have no beliefe that they are wise | O |
Who for base ends can basely temporise | O |
Or that it will at length be ill for me | A |
That I liv'd poore to keepe my spirit free | A |
I have no causes in our pleading courts | O |
Nor start I at our Chancery reports | O |
No fearfull bill hath yet affrighted me | A |
No motion order judgement or decree | A |
Nor have I forced beene to tedious journeys | O |
Betwixt my counsellors and my attorneys | O |
I have no neede of these long gowned warriers | O |
Who play at Westminster unarm'd at barriers | O |
For gamster for those Common pleas am I | B |
Whose sport is marred by the Chancery | A |
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I have no complements but what may show | I |
That I doe manners and good breeding know | I |
For much I hate the forced apish tricks | O |
Of these our home disdaining politicks | O |
Who to the forraine guises are affected | D |
That English honesty is quite rejected | D |
And in the stead thereof they furnisht home | P |
With shadowes of humanity doe come | Q |
Oh how judicious in their owne esteeme | Q |
And how compleatly travelled they seem | Q |
If in the place of reall kindnesses | O |
Which nature could have taught them to expresse | O |
They can with gestures lookes and language sweet | D |
Fawne like a curtezan on all they meete | D |
And vie in humble and kind speeches when | L |
They doe most proudly and most falsely meane | L |
On this too many falsely set their face | O |
Of courtship and of wisdome but 'tis base | O |
For servile unto me it doth appeare | A |
When we descend to soothe and flatter where | A |
We want affection yea I hate it more | A |
Than to be borne a slave or to be poore | A |
I have no pleasure or delight in ought | D |
That by dissembling must to passe be brought | D |
If I dislike I'll sooner tell them so | O |
Then hide my face beneath a friendly show | O |
For he who to be just hath an intent | D |
Needs nor dissemble nor a lie invent | D |
I rather wish to faile with honestie | D |
Then to prevaile in ought by treacherie | A |
And with this minde I'll safer sleep then all | R |
Our Macavillian polititians shall | S |
I have no minde to flatter though I might | D |
Be made some lord's companion or a knight | D |
Nor shall my verse for me on begging goe | O |
Though I might starve unlesse it did doe so | O |
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I cannot for my life my pen compell | S |
Upon the praise of any man to dwell | S |
Unlesse I know or thinke at least his worth | T |
To be the same which I have blazed forth | U |
Had I some honest suit the gaine of which | V |
Would make me noble eminent and rich | V |
And that to compasse it no meanes there were | A |
Unlesse I basely flatter'd some great peere | A |
Would with that suite my mine I might get | D |
If on those terms I would endeavour it | D |
I have not bin to their condition borne | L |
Who are enclyned to respect and scorne | L |
As men in their estates doe rise or fall | S |
Or rich or poore I vertue love in all | S |
And where I find it not I doe despise | O |
To fawn on them how high soe're they rise | O |
For where proud greatnesse without worth J see | O |
Old Mordecay had not a stiffer knee | O |
I cannot give a plaudit I protest | D |
When as his lordship thinks he breakes a jeast | D |
Unles it move me neither can I grin | L |
When he a causeles laughter doth begin | L |
I cannot sweare him truly honourable | S |
Because he once received me to his table | S |
i And talk't as if the Muses glad might be | O |
That he vouchsafed such a grace to me | O |
I His slender worth I could not blazen so | O |
By strange hyperboles as some would do | D |
Or wonder at it as if none had bin | L |
His equall since King William first came in | L |
Nor can I thinke true vertue ever car'd | D |
To give or take for praise what I have heard | D |
For if we pryze them well what goodly grace | O |
Have outward beauties riches titles place | O |
Or such that we the owners should commend | D |
When no true vertues doe on these attend | D |
If beautiful he be what honor's that | D |
As fayre as he is many a beggar's brat | D |
If we his noble titles would extoll | S |
Those titles he may have and be a fool | S |
If seats of justice he hath climbed we say | O |
So tyrants and corrupt oppressors may | O |
If for a large estate his praise we tell | S |
A thousand villains may be praised as well | S |
If he his prince's good esteeme be in | L |
Why so hath many a bloudy traytor bin | L |
And if in these things he alone excell | S |
Let those that list upon his praises dwell | S |
Some other worth I find ere I have sense | O |
Of any praise deserving excellence | O |
I have no friends that once affected were | A |
But to my heart they sit this day as neare | A |
As when I most endear'd them though they seeme | O |
To fall from my opinion or esteeme | O |
For pretious time in idle would be spent | D |
If I with all should alwayes complement | D |
And till my love I may to purpose show | O |
I care not wher' they think I love or no | O |
For sure I am if any find me chang'd | D |
Their greatnes not their meannesse me estranged | D |
George Wither
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