An Elegy Upon The L. Bishop Of London John King Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEFGGHHIIHHJKLL MMNOPQ

Sad Relick of a blessed Soul whose trustA
We sealed up in this religious dustA
O do not thy low Exequies suspectB
As the cheap arguments of our neglectB
'Twas a commanded duty that thy graveC
As little pride as thou thy self should haveD
Therefore thy covering is an humble stoneE
And but a word for thy inscriptionF
When those that in the same earth neighbour theeG
Have each his Chronicle and PedigreeG
They have their waving pennons and their flaggesH
Of Matches and Alliance formal braggesH
VVhen thou although from Ancestors thou cameI
Old as the Heptarchy great as thy NameI
Sleep'st there inshrin'd in thy admired partsH
And hast no Heraldry but thy desertsH
Yet let not Them their prouder Marbles boastJ
For They rest with less honour though more costK
Go search the world and with your Mattocks woundL
The groaning bosom of the patient groundL
Digge from the hidden veins of her dark wombM
All that is rare and precious for a tombM
Yet when much treasure and more time is spentN
You must grant His the nobler MonumentO
Whose Faith stands ore Him for a Hearse and hathP
The Resurrection for His EpitaphQ

Henry King



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