Satire Iv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCADEEFFGGHHIIJJKK LLMMNNOOPQADRSTULLVW XXYYZZA2A2B2B2A2A2XG C2C2QA2D2E2F2F2A2A2G 2G2H2JWVI2I2A2A2J2K2 L2L2M2M2N2N2GGO2O2P2 P2Q2Q2GGGGGXGGR2S2JJ T2T2XXGGU2HV2V2GGM2H HU2W2W2X2X2PPGGY2A2Z 2Z2GXXXGGA3B3GGJJWell I may now receive and die My sin | A |
Indeed is great but yet I have been in | A |
A purgatory such as fear'd hell is | B |
A recreation and scant map of this | C |
My mind neither with pride's itch nor yet hath been | A |
Poison'd with love to see or to be seen | D |
I had no suit there nor new suit to show | E |
Yet went to court but as Glaze which did go | E |
To'a mass in jest catch'd was fain to disburse | F |
The hundred marks which is the statute's curse | F |
Before he 'scap'd so'it pleas'd my destiny | G |
Guilty of my sin of going to think me | G |
As prone to all ill and of good as forget | H |
Full as proud as lustful and as much in debt | H |
As vain as witless and as false as they | I |
Which dwell in court for once going that way | I |
Therefore I suffered this towards me did run | J |
A thing more strange than on Nile's slime the sun | J |
E'er bred or all which into Noah's ark came | K |
A thing which would have pos'd Adam to name | K |
Stranger than seven antiquaries' studies | L |
Than Afric's monsters Guiana's rarities | L |
Stranger than strangers one who for a Dane | M |
In the Danes' massacre had sure been slain | M |
If he had liv'd then and without help dies | N |
When next the 'prentices 'gainst strangers rise | N |
One whom the watch at noon lets scarce go by | O |
One to whom the examining justice sure would cry | O |
Sir by your priesthood tell me what you are | P |
His clothes were strange though coarse and black though bare | Q |
Sleeveless his jerkin was and it had been | A |
Velvet but 'twas now so much ground was seen | D |
Become tufftaffaty and our children shall | R |
See it plain rash awhile then nought at all | S |
This thing hath travell'd and saith speaks all tongues | T |
And only knoweth what to all states belongs | U |
Made of th' accents and best phrase of all these | L |
He speaks one language If strange meats displease | L |
Art can deceive or hunger force my taste | V |
But pedants' motley tongue soldiers' bombast | W |
Mountebanks' drug tongue nor the terms of law | X |
Are strong enough preparatives to draw | X |
Me to bear this yet I must be content | Y |
With his tongue in his tongue call'd compliment | Y |
In which he can win widows and pay scores | Z |
Make men speak treason cozen subtlest whores | Z |
Out flatter favourites or outlie either | A2 |
Jovius or Surius or both together | A2 |
He names me and comes to me I whisper God | B2 |
How have I sinn'd that Thy wrath's furious rod | B2 |
This fellow chooseth me He saith Sir | A2 |
I love your judgment whom do you prefer | A2 |
For the best linguist And I seelily | X |
Said that I thought Calepine's dictionary | G |
Nay but of men most sweet Sir Beza then | C2 |
Some Jesuits and two reverend men | C2 |
Of our two Academies I named There | Q |
He stopp'd me and said Nay your apostles were | A2 |
Good pretty linguists and so Panurge was | D2 |
Yet a poor gentleman all these may pass | E2 |
By travel Then as if he would have sold | F2 |
His tongue he prais'd it and such wonders told | F2 |
That I was fain to say If you'had liv'd sir | A2 |
Time enough to have been interpreter | A2 |
To Babel's bricklayers sure the tower had stood | G2 |
He adds If of court life you knew the good | G2 |
You would leave loneness I said Not alone | H2 |
My loneness is but Spartan's fashion | J |
To teach by painting drunkards doth not last | W |
Now Aretine's pictures have made few chaste | V |
No more can princes' courts though there be few | I2 |
Better pictures of vice teach me virtue | I2 |
He like to a high stretch'd lute string squeak'd O sir | A2 |
'Tis sweet to talk of kings At Westminster | A2 |
Said I the man that keeps the abbey tombs | J2 |
And for his price doth with whoever comes | K2 |
Of all our Harrys and our Edwards talk | L2 |
From king to king and all their kin can walk | L2 |
Your ears shall hear nought but kings your eyes meet | M2 |
Kings only the way to it is King street | M2 |
He smack'd and cried He's base mechanic coarse | N2 |
So are all your Englishmen in their discourse | N2 |
Are not your Frenchmen neat Mine As you see | G |
I have but one Frenchman look he follows me | G |
Certes they are neatly cloth'd I of this mind am | O2 |
Your only wearing is your grogaram | O2 |
Not so sir I have more Under this pitch | P2 |
He would not fly I chaff'd him but as itch | P2 |
Scratch'd into smart and as blunt iron ground | Q2 |
Into an edge hurts worse so I fool found | Q2 |
Crossing hurt me To fit my sullenness | G |
He to another key his style doth dress | G |
And asks What news I tell him of new plays | G |
He takes my hand and as a still which stays | G |
A sembrief 'twixt each drop he niggardly | G |
As loth to enrich me so tells many a lie | X |
More than ten Holinsheds or Halls or Stows | G |
Of trivial household trash he knows He knows | G |
When the Queen frown'd or smil'd and he knows what | R2 |
A subtle statesman may gather of that | S2 |
He knows who loves whom and who by poison | J |
Hastes to an office's reversion | J |
He knows who'hath sold his land and now doth beg | T2 |
A licence old iron boots shoes and egg | T2 |
Shells to transport shortly boys shall not play | X |
At span counter or blow point but shall pay | X |
Toll to some courtier and wiser than all us | G |
He knows what lady is not painted Thus | G |
He with home meats tries me I belch spew spit | U2 |
Look pale and sickly like a patient yet | H |
He thrusts on more and as if he'd undertook | V2 |
To say Gallo Belgicus without book | V2 |
Speaks of all states and deeds that have been since | G |
The Spaniards came to the loss of Amiens | G |
Like a big wife at sight of loathed meat | M2 |
Ready to travail so I sigh and sweat | H |
To hear this Macaron talk In vain for yet | H |
Either my humour or his own to fit | U2 |
He like a privileg'd spy whom nothing can | W2 |
Discredit libels now 'gainst each great man | W2 |
He names a price for every office paid | X2 |
He saith our wars thrive ill because delay'd | X2 |
That offices are entail'd and that there are | P |
Perpetuities of them lasting as far | P |
As the last day and that great officers | G |
Do with the pirates share and Dunkirkers | G |
Y2 | |
Toughly and stubbornly I bear this cross but the' hour | A2 |
Of mercy now was come he tries to bring | Z2 |
Me to pay a fine to 'scape his torturing | Z2 |
And says Sir can you spare me I said Willingly | G |
Nay sir can you spare me a crown Thankfully I | X |
Gave it as ransom but as fiddlers still | X |
Though they be paid to be gone yet needs will | X |
Thrust one more jig upon you so did he | G |
With his long complimental thanks vex me | G |
But he is gone thanks to his needy want | A3 |
And the prerogative of my crown scant | B3 |
His thanks were ended when I which did see | G |
All the court fill'd with more strange things than he | G |
Ran from thence with such or more haste than one | J |
Who fears more actions doth make from prison | J |
John Donne
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