The Fly And The Ant Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFGHIHIJJDDHK EEL MMNONOLLPPQQRRSSTTTQ QUUVWXWWS| A | |
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| A fly and ant upon a sunny bank | B |
| Discuss'd the question of their rank | B |
| 'O Jupiter ' the former said | C |
| 'Can love of self so turn the head | C |
| That one so mean and crawling | D |
| And of so low a calling | D |
| To boast equality shall dare | E |
| With me the daughter of the air | E |
| In palaces I am a guest | F |
| And even at thy glorious feast | G |
| Whene'er the people that adore thee | H |
| May immolate for thee a bullock | I |
| I'm sure to taste the meat before thee | H |
| Meanwhile this starveling in her hillock | I |
| Is living on some bit of straw | J |
| Which she has labour'd home to draw | J |
| But tell me now my little thing | D |
| Do you camp ever on a king | D |
| An emperor or lady | H |
| I do and have full many a play day | K |
| On fairest bosom of the fair | E |
| And sport myself upon her hair | E |
| Come now my hearty rack your brain | L |
| To make a case about your grain ' | - |
| 'Well have you done ' replied the ant | M |
| 'You enter palaces I grant | M |
| And for it get right soundly cursed | N |
| Of sacrifices rich and fat | O |
| Your taste quite likely is the first | N |
| Are they the better off for that | O |
| You enter with the holy train | L |
| So enters many a wretch profane | L |
| On heads of kings and asses you may squat | P |
| Deny your vaunting I will not | P |
| But well such impudence I know | Q |
| Provokes a sometimes fatal blow | Q |
| The name in which your vanity delights | R |
| Is own'd as well by parasites | R |
| And spies that die by ropes as you soon will | S |
| By famine or by ague chill | S |
| When Phoebus goes to cheer | T |
| The other hemisphere | T |
| The very time to me most dear | T |
| Not forced abroad to go | Q |
| Through wind and rain and snow | Q |
| My summer's work I then enjoy | U |
| And happily my mind employ | U |
| From care by care exempted | V |
| By which this truth I leave to you | W |
| That by two sorts of glory we are tempted | X |
| The false one and the true | W |
| Work waits time flies adieu | W |
| This gabble does not fill | S |
| My granary or till ' | - |
Jean De La Fontaine
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