To Sir Henry Goodyere Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDE FGFG CHCH IJKJ LMLM NOPO CQCQ CRCS TCTC UVUV CCCCWHO makes the last a pattern for next year | A |
Turns no new leaf but still the same things reads | B |
Seen things he sees again heard things doth hear | C |
And makes his life but like a pair of beads | B |
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A palace when 'tis that which it should be | D |
Leaves growing and stands such or else decays | E |
But he which dwells there is not so for he | D |
Strives to surge upward and his fortune raise | E |
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So had your body her morning hath her noon | F |
And shall not better her next change is night | G |
But her fair larger guest to whom sun and moon | F |
Are sparks and short lived claims another right | G |
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The noble soul by age grows lustier | C |
Her appetite and her digestion mend | H |
We must not starve nor hope to pamper her | C |
With women's milk and pap unto the end | H |
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Provide you manlier diet You have seen | I |
All libraries which are schools camps and courts | J |
But ask your garners if you have not been | K |
In harvest too indulgent to your sports | J |
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Would you redeem it then yourself transplant | L |
Awhile from hence Perchance outlandish ground | M |
Bears no more wit than ours but yet more scant | L |
Are those diversions there which here abound | M |
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To be a stranger hath that benefit | N |
We can beginnings but not habits choke | O |
Go whither hence You get if you forget | P |
New faults till they prescribe to us are smoke | O |
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Our soul whose country's heaven and God her Father | C |
Into this world corruption's sink is sent | Q |
Yet so much in her travel she doth gather | C |
That she returns home wiser than she went | Q |
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It pays you well if it teach you to spare | C |
And make you ashamed to make your hawks' praise yours | R |
Which when herself she lessens in the air | C |
You then first say that high enough she towers | S |
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However keep the lively taste you hold | T |
Of God love Him as now but fear Him more | C |
And in your afternoons think what you told | T |
And promised Him at morning prayer before | C |
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Let falsehood like a discord anger you | U |
Else not be froward But why do I touch | V |
Things of which none is in your practice new | U |
And fables or fruit trenchers teach as much | V |
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But thus I make you keep your promise sir | C |
Riding I had you though you still stay'd there | C |
And in these thoughts although you never stir | C |
You came with me to Mitcham and are here | C |
John Donne
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