The Cobbler And The Financier. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAACCDDEEFFGGHHIIJ KLKMMFFKFKEEJJJJNNOL KOPQBQRKSSTTUUVMMVSS WWXJJK| A cobbler sang from morn till night | A |
| 'Twas sweet and marvellous to hear | B |
| His trills and quavers told the ear | B |
| Of more contentment and delight | A |
| Enjoy'd by that laborious wight | A |
| Than e'er enjoy'd the sages seven | C |
| Or any mortals short of heaven | C |
| His neighbour on the other hand | D |
| With gold in plenty at command | D |
| But little sang and slumber'd less | E |
| A financier of great success | E |
| If e'er he dozed at break of day | F |
| The cobbler's song drove sleep away | F |
| And much he wish'd that Heaven had made | G |
| Sleep a commodity of trade | G |
| In market sold like food and drink | H |
| So much an hour so much a wink | H |
| At last our songster did he call | I |
| To meet him in his princely hall | I |
| Said he 'Now honest Gregory | J |
| What may your yearly earnings be ' | K |
| 'My yearly earnings faith good sir | L |
| I never go at once so far ' | K |
| The cheerful cobbler said | M |
| And queerly scratch'd his head | M |
| 'I never reckon in that way | F |
| But cobble on from day to day | F |
| Content with daily bread ' | K |
| 'Indeed Well Gregory pray | F |
| What may your earnings be per day ' | K |
| 'Why sometimes more and sometimes less | E |
| The worst of all I must confess | E |
| And but for which our gains would be | J |
| A pretty sight indeed to see | J |
| Is that the days are made so many | J |
| In which we cannot earn a penny | J |
| The sorest ill the poor man feels | N |
| They tread upon each other's heels | N |
| Those idle days of holy saints | O |
| And though the year is shingled o'er | L |
| The parson keeps a finding more ' | K |
| With smiles provoked by these complaints | O |
| Replied the lordly financier | P |
| 'I'll give you better cause to sing | Q |
| These hundred pounds I hand you here | B |
| Will make you happy as a king | Q |
| Go spend them with a frugal heed | R |
| They'll long supply your every need ' | K |
| The cobbler thought the silver more | S |
| Than he had ever dream'd before | S |
| The mines for ages could produce | T |
| Or world with all its people use | T |
| He took it home and there did hide | U |
| And with it laid his joy aside | U |
| No more of song no more of sleep | V |
| But cares suspicions in their stead | M |
| And false alarms by fancy fed | M |
| His eyes and ears their vigils keep | V |
| And not a cat can tread the floor | S |
| But seems a thief slipp'd through the door | S |
| At last poor man | W |
| Up to the financier he ran | W |
| Then in his morning nap profound | X |
| 'O give me back my songs ' cried he | J |
| 'And sleep that used so sweet to be | J |
| And take the money every pound ' | K |
Jean De La Fontaine
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