By Occasion Of The Young Prince His Happy Birth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEEEEEEFGEEHHEEIJ EEKKLLMMNNEEEMOCPPEE EEEEEEQRSSMEOOEEEETU VVOONNWWOOOOME| At this glad Triumph when most Poets use | A |
| Their quill I did not bridle up my Muse | B |
| For sloth or less devotion I am one | C |
| That can well keep my Holy dayes at home | D |
| That can the blessings of my King and State | E |
| Better in pray'r then poems gratulate | E |
| And in their fortunes bear a loyal part | E |
| Though I no bone fires light but in my heart | E |
| Truth is when I receiv'd the first report | E |
| Of a new Starre risen and seen at Court | E |
| Though I felt joy enough to give a tongue | F |
| Unto a mute yet duty strook me dumb | G |
| And thus surpriz'd by rumour at first sight | E |
| I held it some allegiance not to write | E |
| For howere Children unto those that look | H |
| Their pedigree in God's not the Church book | H |
| Fair pledges are of that eternitie | E |
| Which Christians possess not till they die | E |
| Yet they appear view'd in that perspective | I |
| Through which we look on men long since alive | J |
| Like succours in a Camp sent to make good | E |
| Their place that last upon the watches stood | E |
| So that in age or fate each following birth | K |
| Doth set the Parent so much neerer earth | K |
| And by this Grammar we our heirs may call | L |
| The smiling Preface to our funerall | L |
| This sadded my soft sense to think that he | M |
| Who now makes Lawes should by a bold decree | M |
| Be summon'd hence to make another room | N |
| And change his Royal Palace for a tomb | N |
| For none ere truly lov'd the present light | E |
| But griev'd to see it rivall'd by the night | E |
| And if't be sin to wish that light extinct | E |
| Sorrow may make it treason but to think't | M |
| I know each male content or giddy man | O |
| In his religion with the Persian | C |
| Adores the rising Sun and his false view | P |
| Best likes not what is best but what is new | P |
| O that we could these gangrenes so prevent | E |
| For our own blessing and their punishment | E |
| That all such might who for wild changes thirst | E |
| Rack't on a hopeless expectation burst | E |
| To see us fetter time and by his stay | E |
| To a consistence fix the flying day | E |
| And in a Solstice by our prayers made | E |
| Rescue our Sun from death or envies shade | E |
| But here we dally with fate and in this | Q |
| Stern Destiny mocks and controules our wish | R |
| Informing us if fathers should remain | S |
| For ever here children were born in vain | S |
| And we in vain were Christians should we | M |
| In this world dream of perpetuitie | E |
| Decay is natures Kalendar nor can | O |
| It hurt the King to think he is a man | O |
| Nor grieve but comfort him to hear us say | E |
| That his own children must his Scepter sway | E |
| Why slack I then to contribute a vote | E |
| Large as the Kingdoms joy free as my thought | E |
| Long live the Prince and in that title bear | T |
| The world long witness that the King is here | U |
| May he grow up till all that good he reach | V |
| Which we can wish or his Great Father teach | V |
| Let him shine long a mark to Land and Mayn | O |
| Like that bright Spark plac't neerest to Charles Wayn | O |
| And like him lead successions golden Teame | N |
| Which may possess the Brittish Diademe | N |
| But in the mean space let his Royal Sire | W |
| Who warmes our hopes with true Promethean fire | W |
| So long his course in time and glory run | O |
| Till he estate his vertue on his son | O |
| So in his Fathers dayes this happy One | O |
| Shall crowned be yet not usurp the Throne | O |
| And Charles reign still since thus himself will be | M |
| Heir to himself through all Posteritie | E |
Henry King
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