Satire I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDECFGGFFHBIIJJEE KKLLFFMNOOPQNNFFRSTT LLQQFFLLQQUVFFWWJQFF LLUUWWXXFQQQWWUUQQLL UYWWCVXXUVQQQQQQQVUV FWQQWWWLLLQQ| Away thou fondling motley humorist | A |
| Leave mee and in this standing woodden chest | B |
| Consorted with these few bookes let me lye | C |
| In prison and here be coffin'd when I dye | C |
| Here are Gods conduits grave Divines and here | D |
| Natures Secretary the Philosopher | E |
| And jolly Statesmen which teach how to tie | C |
| The sinewes of a cities mistique bodie | F |
| Here gathering Chroniclers and by them stand | G |
| Giddie fantastique Poets of each land | G |
| Shall I leave all this constant company | F |
| And follow headlong wild uncertaine thee | F |
| First sweare by thy best love in earnest | H |
| If thou which lov'st all canst love any best | B |
| Thou wilt not leave mee in the middle street | I |
| Though some more spruce companion thou dost meet | I |
| Not though a Captaine do come in thy way | J |
| Bright parcell gilt with forty dead mens pay | J |
| Nor though a briske perfum'd piert Courtier | E |
| Deigne with a nod thy courtesie to answer | E |
| Nor come a velvet Justice with a long | K |
| Great traine of blew coats twelve or fourteen strong | K |
| Wilt thou grin or fawne on him or prepare | L |
| A speech to court his beautious sonne and heire | L |
| For better or worse take mee or leave mee | F |
| To take and leave mee is adultery | F |
| Oh monstrous superstitious puritan | M |
| Of refin'd manners yet ceremoniall man | N |
| That when thou meet'st one with enquiring eyes | O |
| Dost search and like a needy broker prize | O |
| The silke and gold he weares and to that rate | P |
| So high or low dost raise thy formall hat | Q |
| That wilt consort none untill thou have knowne | N |
| What lands hee hath in hope or of his owne | N |
| As though all thy companions should make thee | F |
| Jointures and marry thy deare company | F |
| Why should'st thou that dost not onely approve | R |
| But in ranke itchie lust desire and love | S |
| The nakednesse and barenesse to enjoy | T |
| Of thy plumpe muddy whore or prostitute boy | T |
| Hate vertue though shee be naked and bare | L |
| At birth and death our bodies naked are | L |
| And till our Soules be unapparrelled | Q |
| Of bodies they from blisse are banished | Q |
| Mans first blest state was naked when by sinne | F |
| Hee lost that yet hee'was cloath'd but in beasts skin | F |
| And in this course attire which I now weare | L |
| With God and with the Muses I conferre | L |
| But since thou like a contrite penitent | Q |
| Charitably warn'd of thy sinnes dost repent | Q |
| These vanities and giddinesses loe | U |
| I shut my chamber doore and 'Come lets goe ' | V |
| But sooner may a cheape whore that hath beene | F |
| Worne by as many severall men in sinne | F |
| As are black feathers or musk colour hose | W |
| Name her childs right true father 'mongst all those | W |
| Sooner may one guesse who shall beare away | J |
| Th'Infant of London Heire to'an India | Q |
| And sooner may a gulling weather Spie | F |
| By drawing forth heavens Scheame tell certainly | F |
| What fashion'd hats or ruffles or suits next yeare | L |
| Our subtile witted antique youths will weare | L |
| Then thou when thou depart'st from mee canst show | U |
| Whither why when or with whom thou wouldst go | U |
| But how shall I be pardon'd my offence | W |
| That thus have sinn'd against my conscience | W |
| Now we are in the street He first of all | X |
| Improvidently proud creepes to the wall | X |
| And so imprison'd and hem'd in by mee | F |
| Sells for a little state his libertie | Q |
| Yet though he cannot skip forth now to greet | Q |
| Every fine silken painted foole we meet | Q |
| He them to him with amorous smiles allures | W |
| And grins smacks shrugs and such an itch endures | W |
| As prentises or schoole boyes which doe know | U |
| Of some gay sport abroad yet dare not goe | U |
| And as fidlers stop low'st at highest sound | Q |
| So to the most brave stoops hee nigh'st the ground | Q |
| But to a grave man he doth move no more | L |
| Then the wise politique horse would heretofore | L |
| Or thou O Elephant or Ape wilt doe | U |
| When any names the King of Spaine to you | Y |
| Now leaps he upright joggs me 'and cryes 'Do'you see | W |
| Yonder well favour'd youth ' 'Which ' 'Oh 'tis hee | W |
| That dances so divinely ' 'Oh ' said I | C |
| 'Stand still must you dance here for company ' | V |
| Hee droopt wee went till one which did excell | X |
| Th'Indians in drinking his Tobacco well | X |
| Met us they talk'd I whisper'd 'Let us goe | U |
| 'T may be you smell him not truely I doe ' | V |
| He heares not mee but on the other side | Q |
| A many colour'd Peacock having spide | Q |
| Leaves him and mee I for my lost sheep stay | Q |
| He followes overtakes goes on the way | Q |
| Saying 'Him whom I last left all repute | Q |
| For his device in hansoming a sute | Q |
| To judge of lace pinke panes print cut and plight | Q |
| Of all the Court to have the best conceit ' | V |
| 'Our dull Comedians want him let him goe | U |
| But Oh God strengthen thee why stoop'st thou so ' | V |
| 'Why he hath travail'd ' 'Long ' 'No but to me' | F |
| Which understand none 'he doth seeme to be | W |
| Perfect French and Italian ' I reply'd | Q |
| 'So is the Poxe ' He answer'd not but spy'd | Q |
| More men of sort of parts and qualities | W |
| At last his Love he in a windowe spies | W |
| And like light dew exhal'd he flings from mee | W |
| Violently ravish'd to his lechery | L |
| Many were there he could command no more | L |
| He quarrell'd fought bled and turn'd out of dore | L |
| Directly came to mee hanging the head | Q |
| And constantly a while must keepe his bed | Q |
John Donne
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