Satire Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGHIJKLLMM NNOOPPQQRSTTUUVFKJWX YZJJA2A2LLB2B2C2C2JJ JJPPD2D2E2E2DDJJF2F2 UUPPJJG2G2LLD2D2JJH2 H2I2I2JJSSJ2J2K2K2PP JJJJPPL2L2DDM2N2O2O2| Kind pity chokes my spleen brave scorn forbids | A |
| Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids | A |
| I must not laugh nor weep sins and be wise | B |
| Can railing then cure these worn maladies | C |
| Is not our mistress fair Religion | D |
| As worthy of all our souls' devotion | D |
| As virtue was in the first blinded age | E |
| Are not heaven's joys as valiant to assuage | E |
| Lusts as earth's honour was to them Alas | F |
| As we do them in means shall they surpass | F |
| Us in the end and shall thy father's spirit | G |
| Meet blind philosophers in heaven whose merit | G |
| Of strict life may be imputed faith and hear | H |
| Thee whom he taught so easy ways and near | I |
| To follow damn'd Oh if thou dar'st fear this | J |
| This fear great courage and high valour is | K |
| Dar'st thou aid mutinous Dutch and dar'st thou lay | L |
| Thee in ships' wooden sepulchres a prey | L |
| To leaders' rage to storms to shot to dearth | M |
| Dar'st thou dive seas and dungeons of the earth | M |
| Hast thou courageous fire to thaw the ice | N |
| Of frozen North discoveries and thrice | N |
| Colder than salamanders like divine | O |
| Children in th' oven fires of Spain and the Line | O |
| Whose countries limbecs to our bodies be | P |
| Canst thou for gain bear and must every he | P |
| Which cries not 'Goddess ' to thy mistress draw | Q |
| Or eat thy poisonous words Courage of straw | Q |
| O desperate coward wilt thou seem bold and | R |
| To thy foes and his who made thee to stand | S |
| Sentinel in his world's garrison thus yield | T |
| And for forbidden wars leave th' appointed field | T |
| Know thy foes the foul devil whom thou | U |
| Strivest to please for hate not love would allow | U |
| Thee fain his whole realm to be quit and as | V |
| The world's all parts wither away and pass | F |
| So the world's self thy other lov'd foe is | K |
| In her decrepit wane and thou loving this | J |
| Dost love a wither'd and worn strumpet last | W |
| Flesh itself's death and joys which flesh can taste | X |
| Thou lovest and thy fair goodly soul which doth | Y |
| Give this flesh power to taste joy thou dost loathe | Z |
| Seek true religion O where Mirreus | J |
| Thinking her unhous'd here and fled from us | J |
| Seeks her at Rome there because he doth know | A2 |
| That she was there a thousand years ago | A2 |
| He loves her rags so as we here obey | L |
| The statecloth where the prince sate yesterday | L |
| Crantz to such brave loves will not be enthrall'd | B2 |
| But loves her only who at Geneva is call'd | B2 |
| Religion plain simple sullen young | C2 |
| Contemptuous yet unhandsome as among | C2 |
| Lecherous humours there is one that judges | J |
| No wenches wholesome but coarse country drudges | J |
| Graius stays still at home here and because | J |
| Some preachers vile ambitious bawds and laws | J |
| Still new like fashions bid him think that she | P |
| Which dwells with us is only perfect he | P |
| Embraceth her whom his godfathers will | D2 |
| Tender to him being tender as wards still | D2 |
| Take such wives as their guardians offer or | E2 |
| Pay values Careless Phrygius doth abhor | E2 |
| All because all cannot be good as one | D |
| Knowing some women whores dares marry none | D |
| Graccus loves all as one and thinks that so | J |
| As women do in divers countries go | J |
| In divers habits yet are still one kind | F2 |
| So doth so is Religion and this blind | F2 |
| ness too much light breeds but unmoved thou | U |
| Of force must one and forc'd but one allow | U |
| And the right ask thy father which is she | P |
| Let him ask his though truth and falsehood be | P |
| Near twins yet truth a little elder is | J |
| Be busy to seek her believe me this | J |
| He's not of none nor worst that seeks the best | G2 |
| To adore or scorn an image or protest | G2 |
| May all be bad doubt wisely in strange way | L |
| To stand inquiring right is not to stray | L |
| To sleep or run wrong is On a huge hill | D2 |
| Cragged and steep Truth stands and he that will | D2 |
| Reach her about must and about must go | J |
| And what the hill's suddenness resists win so | J |
| Yet strive so that before age death's twilight | H2 |
| Thy soul rest for none can work in that night | H2 |
| To will implies delay therefore now do | I2 |
| Hard deeds the body's pains hard knowledge too | I2 |
| The mind's endeavours reach and mysteries | J |
| Are like the sun dazzling yet plain to all eyes | J |
| Keep the truth which thou hast found men do not stand | S |
| In so ill case that God hath with his hand | S |
| Sign'd kings' blank charters to kill whom they hate | J2 |
| Nor are they vicars but hangmen to fate | J2 |
| Fool and wretch wilt thou let thy soul be tied | K2 |
| To man's laws by which she shall not be tried | K2 |
| At the last day Oh will it then boot thee | P |
| To say a Philip or a Gregory | P |
| A Harry or a Martin taught thee this | J |
| Is not this excuse for mere contraries | J |
| Equally strong Cannot both sides say so | J |
| That thou mayest rightly obey power her bounds know | J |
| Those past her nature and name is chang'd to be | P |
| Then humble to her is idolatry | P |
| As streams are power is those blest flowers that dwell | L2 |
| At the rough stream's calm head thrive and do well | L2 |
| But having left their roots and themselves given | D |
| To the stream's tyrannous rage alas are driven | D |
| Through mills and rocks and woods and at last almost | M2 |
| Consum'd in going in the sea are lost | N2 |
| So perish souls which more choose men's unjust | O2 |
| Power from God claim'd than God himself to trust | O2 |
John Donne
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