Satire V Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFGHIIJJIIKK LLMMAAIINFOFNNLLNNNN IIFFFFFFLLAAFFMMFFFF FFMMFFAALLPFFFFFLLFF FOOMMFF| Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe Muse nor they | A |
| Whom any pity warmes He which did lay | A |
| Rules to make Courtiers hee being understood | B |
| May make good Courtiers but who Courtiers good | B |
| Frees from the sting of jests all who'in extreme | C |
| Are wrech'd or wicked of these two a theame | C |
| Charity and liberty give me What is hee | D |
| Who Officers rage and Suiters misery | D |
| Can write and jest If all things be in all | E |
| As I thinke since all which were are and shall | F |
| Bee be made of the same elements | G |
| Each thing each thing implyes or represents | H |
| Then man is a world in which Officers | I |
| Are the vast ravishing seas and Suiters | I |
| Springs now full now shallow now drye which to | J |
| That which drownes them run These selfe reasons do | J |
| Prove the world a man in which officers | I |
| Are the devouring stomacke and Suiters | I |
| Th'excrements which they voyd All men are dust | K |
| How much worse are Suiters who to mens lust | K |
| Are made preyes O worse then dust or wormes meat | L |
| For they do'eate you now whose selves wormes shall eate | L |
| They are the mills which grinde you yet you are | M |
| The winde which drives them and a wastfull warre | M |
| Is fought against you and you fight it they | A |
| Adulterate lawe and you prepare their way | A |
| Like wittals th'issue your owne ruine is | I |
| Greatest and fairest Empresse know you this | I |
| Alas no more then Thames calme head doth know | N |
| Whose meades her armes drowne or whose corne o'rflow | F |
| You Sir whose righteousnes she loves whom I | O |
| By having leave to serve am most richly | F |
| For service paid authoriz'd now beginne | N |
| To know and weed out this enormous sinne | N |
| O Age of rusty iron some better wit | L |
| Call it some worse name if ought equall it | L |
| Th'iron Age that was when justice was sold now | N |
| Injustice is sold dearer farre Allow | N |
| All demands fees and duties gamsters anon | N |
| The mony which you sweat and sweare for is gon | N |
| Into'other hands So controverted lands | I |
| Scape like Angelica the strivers hands | I |
| If Law be in the Judges heart and hee | F |
| Have no heart to resist letter or fee | F |
| Where wilt thou'appeale Powre of the Courts below | F |
| Flow from the first maine head and these can throw | F |
| Thee if they sucke thee in to misery | F |
| To fetters halters But if th'injury | F |
| Steele thee to dare complaine Alas thou go'st | L |
| Against the stream when upwards when thou'art most | L |
| Heavy'and most faint and in these labours they | A |
| 'Gainst whom thou should'st complaine will in the way | A |
| Become great seas o'r which when thou shalt bee | F |
| Forc'd to make golden bridges thou shalt see | F |
| That all thy gold was drown'd in them before | M |
| All things follow their like only who have may'have more | M |
| Judges are Gods he who made and said them so | F |
| Meant not that men should be forc'd to them to goe | F |
| By meanes of Angels When supplications | F |
| We send to God to Dominations | F |
| Powers Cherubins and all heavens Courts if wee | F |
| Should pay fees as here daily bread would be | F |
| Scarce to Kings so 'tis Would it not anger | M |
| A Stoicke a coward yea a Martyr | M |
| To see a Pursivant come in and call | F |
| All his cloathes Copes Bookes Primers and all | F |
| His Plate Challices and mistake them away | A |
| And aske a fee for comming Oh ne'r may | A |
| Faire lawes white reverend name be strumpeted | L |
| To warrant thefts she is established | L |
| Recorder to Destiny on earth and shee | P |
| Speakes Fates words and but tells us who must bee | F |
| Rich who poore who in chaires who in jayles | F |
| Shee is all faire but yet hath foule long nailes | F |
| With which she scracheth Suiters In bodies | F |
| Of men so'in law nailes are th'extremities | F |
| So Officers stretch to more then Law can doe | L |
| As our nailes reach what no else part comes to | L |
| Why bar'st thou to yon Officer Foole Hath hee | F |
| Got those goods for which erst men bar'd to thee | F |
| Foole twice thrice thou'hast bought wrong 'and now hungerly | F |
| Beg'st right But that dole comes not till these dye | O |
| Thou'had'st much and lawes Urim and Thummim trie | O |
| Thou wouldst for more and for all hast paper | M |
| Enough to cloath all the great Carricks Pepper | M |
| Sell that and by that thou much more shalt leese | F |
| Then Haman when he sold his Antiquities | F |
John Donne
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