The Animals Sick Of The Plague Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDDCEEFGHHIIIJJKLM MNNOOPPGGPPPPQQRRRS RRTUUTTVWV XXVVRNRNR PPYYYZZA2 B2B2C2D2E2E2UC CC F2F2

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The sorest ill that Heaven hathB
Sent on this lower world in wrathB
The plague to call it by its nameC
One single day of whichD
Would Pluto's ferryman enrichD
Waged war on beasts both wild and tameC
They died not all but all were sickE
No hunting now by force or trickE
To save what might so soon expireF
No food excited their desireG
Nor wolf nor fox now watch'd to slayH
The innocent and tender preyH
The turtles fledI
So love and therefore joy were deadI
The lion council held and saidI
'My friends I do believeJ
This awful scourge for which we grieveJ
Is for our sins a punishmentK
Most righteously by Heaven sentL
Let us our guiltiest beast resignM
A sacrifice to wrath divineM
Perhaps this offering truly smallN
May gain the life and health of allN
By history we find it notedO
That lives have been just so devotedO
Then let us all turn eyes withinP
And ferret out the hidden sinP
Himself let no one spare nor flatterG
But make clean conscience in the matterG
For me my appetite has play'd the gluttonP
Too much and often upon muttonP
What harm had e'er my victims doneP
I answer truly NoneP
Perhaps sometimes by hunger press'dQ
I've eat the shepherd with the restQ
I yield myself if need there beR
And yet I think in equityR
Each should confess his sins with meR
For laws of right and justice cryS
The guiltiest alone should die '-
'Sire ' said the fox 'your majestyR
Is humbler than a king should beR
And over squeamish in the caseT
What eating stupid sheep a crimeU
No never sire at any timeU
It rather was an act of graceT
A mark of honour to their raceT
And as to shepherds one may swearV
The fate your majesty describesW
Is recompense less full than fairV
For such usurpers o'er our tribes '-
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Thus Renard glibly spokeX
And loud applause from flatterers brokeX
Of neither tiger boar nor bearV
Did any keen inquirer dareV
To ask for crimes of high degreeR
The fighters biters scratchers allN
From every mortal sin were freeR
The very dogs both great and smallN
Were saints as far as dogs could beR
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The ass confessing in his turnP
Thus spoke in tones of deep concernP
'I happen'd through a mead to passY
The monks its owners were at massY
Keen hunger leisure tender grassY
And add to these the devil tooZ
All tempted me the deed to doZ
I browsed the bigness of my tongueA2
Since truth must out I own it wrong '-
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On this a hue and cry aroseB2
As if the beasts were all his foesB2
A wolf haranguing lawyer wiseC2
Denounced the ass for sacrificeD2
The bald pate scabby ragged loutE2
By whom the plague had come no doubtE2
His fault was judged a hanging crimeU
'What eat another's grass O shameC
The noose of rope and death sublime '-
For that offence were all too tameC
And soon poor Grizzle felt the sameC
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Thus human courts acquit the strongF2
And doom the weak as therefore wrongF2

Jean De La Fontaine



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