Absalom And Achitophel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Before polygamy was made a sin | A |
When man on many multipli'd his kind | B |
Ere one to one was cursedly confin'd | B |
When Nature prompted and no Law deni'd | C |
Promiscuous use of concubine and bride | C |
Then Israel's monarch after Heaven's own heart | D |
His vigorous warmth did variously impart | D |
To wives and slaves and wide as his command | E |
Scatter'd his Maker's image through the land | E |
Michal of royal blood the crown did wear | F |
A soil ungrateful to the tiller's care | F |
Not so the rest for several mothers bore | G |
To god like David several sons before | G |
But since like slaves his bed they did ascend | H |
No true succession could their seed attend | H |
Of all this numerous progeny was none | I |
So beautiful so brave as Absalom | J |
Whether inspir'd by some diviner lust | K |
His father got him with a greater gust | K |
Or that his conscious destiny made way | L |
By manly beauty to imperial sway | L |
Early in foreign fields he won renown | M |
With kings and states alli'd to Israel's crown | M |
In peace the thoughts of war he could remove | N |
And seem'd as he were only born for love | O |
Whate'er he did was done with so much ease | P |
In him alone 'twas natural to please | P |
His motions all accompani'd with grace | Q |
And Paradise was open'd in his face | Q |
With secret joy indulgent David view'd | R |
His youthful image in his son renew'd | R |
To all his wishes nothing he deni'd | C |
And made the charming Annabel his bride | C |
What faults he had for who from faults is free | S |
His father could not or he would not see | S |
Some warm excesses which the Law forbore | S |
Were constru'd youth that purged by boiling o'er | S |
And Amnon's murther by a specious name | T |
Was call'd a just revenge for injur'd fame | T |
Thus prais'd and lov'd the noble youth remain'd | U |
While David undisturb'd in Sion reign'd | U |
But life can never be sincerely blest | V |
Heav'n punishes the bad and proves the best | V |
The Jews a headstrong moody murm'ring race | Q |
As ever tri'd th'extent and stretch of grace | Q |
God's pamper'd people whom debauch'd with ease | P |
No king could govern nor no God could please | P |
Gods they had tri'd of every shape and size | W |
That god smiths could produce or priests devise | W |
These Adam wits too fortunately free | S |
Began to dream they wanted liberty | S |
And when no rule no precedent was found | X |
Of men by laws less circumscrib'd and bound | X |
They led their wild desires to woods and caves | Y |
And thought that all but savages were slaves | Y |
They who when Saul was dead without a blow | Z |
Made foolish Ishbosheth the crown forego | Z |
Who banisht David did from Hebron bring | A2 |
And with a general shout proclaim'd him king | A2 |
Those very Jews who at their very best | V |
Their Humour more than loyalty exprest | V |
Now wonder'd why so long they had obey'd | V |
An idol monarch which their hands had made | V |
Thought they might ruin him they could create | V |
Or melt him to that golden calf a state | V |
But these were random bolts no form'd design | B2 |
Nor interest made the factious crowd to join | C2 |
The sober part of Israel free from stain | D2 |
Well knew the value of a peaceful reign | D2 |
And looking backward with a wise afright | V |
Saw seams of wounds dishonest to the sight | V |
In contemplation of whose ugly scars | E2 |
They curst the memory of civil wars | F2 |
The moderate sort of men thus qualifi'd | V |
Inclin'd the balance to the better side | V |
And David's mildness manag'd it so well | G2 |
The bad found no occasion to rebel | H2 |
But when to sin our bias'd nature leans | I2 |
The careful Devil is still at hand with means | I2 |
And providently pimps for ill desires | J2 |
The good old cause reviv'd a plot requires | J2 |
Plots true or false are necessary things | K2 |
To raise up common wealths and ruin kings | K2 |
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Th' inhabitants of old Jerusalem | J |
Were Jebusites the town so call'd from them | L2 |
And theirs the native right | V |
But when the chosen people grew more strong | M2 |
The rightful cause at length became the wrong | M2 |
And every loss the men of Jebus bore | S |
They still were thought God's enemies the more | S |
Thus worn and weaken'd well or ill content | V |
Submit they must to David's government | V |
Impoverish'd and depriv'd of all command | V |
Their taxes doubled as they lost their land | V |
And what was harder yet to flesh and blood | V |
Their gods disgrac'd and burnt like common wood | V |
This set the heathen priesthood in a flame | T |
For priests of all religions are the same | T |
Of whatsoe'er descent their godhead be | S |
Stock stone or other homely pedigree | S |
In his defence his servants are as bold | V |
As if he had been born of beaten gold | V |
The Jewish Rabbins though their Enemies | P |
In this conclude them honest men and wise | W |
For 'twas their duty all the learned think | N2 |
T'espouse his cause by whom they eat and drink | N2 |
From hence began that plot the nation's curse | O2 |
Bad in itself but represented worse | O2 |
Rais'd in extremes and in extremes decri'd | V |
With oaths affirm'd with dying vows deni'd | V |
Not weigh'd or winnow'd by the multitude | V |
But swallow'd in the mass unchew'd and crude | V |
Some truth there was but dash'd and brew'd with lies | W |
To please the fools and puzzle all the wise | W |
Succeeding times did equal folly call | P2 |
Believing nothing or believing all | P2 |
Th' Egyptian rites the Jebusites embrac'd | V |
Where gods were recommended by their taste | V |
Such sav'ry deities must needs be good | V |
As serv'd at once for worship and for food | V |
By force they could not introduce these gods | Q2 |
For ten to one in former days was odds | Q2 |
So fraud was us'd the sacrificers' trade | V |
Fools are more hard to conquer than persuade | V |
Their busy teachers mingled with the Jews | R2 |
And rak'd for converts even the court and stews | R2 |
Which Hebrew priests the more unkindly took | S2 |
Because the fleece accompanies the flock | T2 |
Some thought they God's anointed meant to slay | L |
By guns invented since full many a day | L |
Our author swears it not but who can know | Z |
How far the Devil and Jebusites may go | Z |
This plot which fail'd for want of common sense | U2 |
Had yet a deep and dangerous consequence | V2 |
For as when raging fevers boil the blood | V |
The standing lake soon floats into a flood | V |
And ev'ry hostile humour which before | S |
Slept quiet in its channels bubbles o'er | S |
So several factions from this first ferment | V |
Work up to foam and threat the government | V |
Some by their friends more by themselves thought wise | W |
Oppos'd the pow'r to which they could not rise | W |
Some had in courts been great and thrown from thence | U2 |
Like fiends were harden'd in impenitence | U2 |
Some by their monarch's fatal mercy grown | W2 |
From pardon'd rebels kinsmen to the throne | W2 |
Were rais'd in pow'r and public office high | X2 |
Strong bands if bands ungrateful men could tie | X2 |
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Of these the false Achitophel was first | V |
A name to all succeeding ages curst | V |
For close designs and crooked counsels fit | V |
Sagacious bold and turbulent of wit | V |
Restless unfixt in principles and place | U2 |
In pow'r unpleas'd impatient of disgrace | U2 |
A fiery soul which working out its way | L |
Fretted the pigmy body to decay | L |
And o'er inform'd the tenement of clay | L |
A daring pilot in extremity | V |
Pleas'd with the danger when the waves went high | X2 |
He sought the storms but for a calm unfit | V |
Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit | V |
Great wits are sure to madness near alli'd | V |
And thin partitions do their bounds divide | V |
Else why should he with wealth and honour blest | V |
Refuse his age the needful hours of rest | V |
Punish a body which he could not please | U2 |
Bankrupt of life yet prodigal of ease | U2 |
And all to leave what with his toil he won | I |
To that unfeather'd two legg'd thing a son | I |
Got while his soul did huddled notions try | X2 |
And born a shapeless lump like anarchy | V |
In friendship false implacable in hate | V |
Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the state | V |
To compass this the triple bond he broke | Y2 |
The pillars of the public safety shook | S2 |
And fitted Israel for a foreign yoke | Y2 |
Then seiz'd with fear yet still affecting fame | T |
Usurp'd a patriot's all atoning name | T |
So easy still it proves in factious times | U2 |
With public zeal to cancel private crimes | U2 |
How safe is treason and how sacred ill | Z2 |
Where none can sin against the people's will | Z2 |
Where crowds can wink and no offence be known | W2 |
Since in another's guilt they find their own | W2 |
Yet fame deserv'd no enemy can grudge | A3 |
The statesman we abhor but praise the judge | A3 |
In Jewish courts ne'er sat an Abbethdin | W2 |
With more discerning eyes or hands more clean | W2 |
Unbrib'd unsought the wretched to redress | U2 |
Swift of dispatch and easy of access | U2 |
Oh had he been content to serve the crown | W2 |
With virtues only proper to the gown | W2 |
Or had the rankness of the soil been freed | V |
From cockle that opprest the noble seed | V |
David for him his tuneful harp had strung | B3 |
And heav'n had wanted one immortal song | M2 |
But wild ambition loves to slide not stand | V |
And fortune's ice prefers to virtue's land | V |
Achitophel grown weary to possess | U2 |
A lawful fame and lazy happiness | U2 |
Disdain'd the golden fruit to gather free | V |
And lent the crowd his arm to shake the tree | V |
Now manifest of crimes contriv'd long since | U2 |
He stood at bold defiance with his prince | U2 |
Held up the buckler of the people's cause | U2 |
Against the crown and skulk'd behind the laws | U2 |
The wish'd occasion of the plot he takes | U2 |
Some circumstances finds but more he makes | U2 |
By buzzing emissaries fills the ears | U2 |
Of list'ning crowds with jealousies and fears | U2 |
Of arbitrary counsels brought to light | V |
And proves the king himself a Jebusite | V |
Weak arguments which yet he knew full well | G2 |
Were strong with people easy to rebel | H2 |
For govern'd by the moon the giddy Jews | U2 |
Tread the same track when she the prime renews | U2 |
And once in twenty years their scribes record | V |
By natural instinct they change their lord | V |
Achitophel still wants a chief and none | W2 |
Was found so fit as warlike Absalom | J |
Not that he wish'd his greatness to create | V |
For politicians neither love nor hate | V |
But for he knew his title not allow'd | V |
Would keep him still depending on the crowd | V |
That kingly pow'r thus ebbing out might be | V |
Drawn to the dregs of a democracy | V |
Him he attempts with studied arts to please | U2 |
And sheds his venom in such words as these | U2 |
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Auspicious Prince at whose nativity | V |
Some royal planet rul'd the southern sky | X2 |
Thy longing country's darling and desire | S |
Their cloudy pillar and their guardian fire | S |
Their second Moses whose extended wand | V |
Divides the seas and shows the promis'd land | V |
Whose dawning day in very distant age | C3 |
Has exercis'd the sacred prophet's rage | C3 |
The people's pray'r the glad diviner's theme | D3 |
The young men's vision and the old men's dream | D3 |
Thee Saviour thee the nation's vows confess | U2 |
And never satisfi'd with seeing bless | U2 |
Swift unbespoken pomps thy steps proclaim | T |
And stammering babes are taught to lisp thy name | T |
How long wilt thou the general joy detain | W2 |
Starve and defraud the people of thy reign | W2 |
Content ingloriously to pass thy days | U2 |
Like one of virtue's fools that feeds on praise | U2 |
Till thy fresh glories which now shine so bright | V |
Grow stale and tarnish with our daily sight | V |
Believe me royal youth thy fruit must be | V |
Or gather'd ripe or rot upon the tree | V |
Heav'n has to all allotted soon or late | V |
Some lucky revolution of their fate | V |
Whose motions if we watch and guide with skill | Z2 |
For human good depends on human will | Z2 |
Our fortune rolls as from a smooth descent | V |
And from the first impression takes the bent | V |
But if unseiz'd she glides away like wind | V |
And leaves repenting folly far behind | V |
Now now she meets you with a glorious prize | U2 |
And spreads her locks before her as she flies | U2 |
Had thus Old David from whose loins you spring | A2 |
Not dar'd when fortune call'd him to be king | A2 |
At Gath an exile he might still remain | W2 |
And Heaven's anointing oil had been in vain | W2 |
Let his successful youth your hopes engage | C3 |
But shun th'example of declining age | C3 |
Behold him setting in his western skies | U2 |
The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise | U2 |
He is not now as when on Jordan's sand | V |
The joyful people throng'd to see him land | V |
Cov'ring the beach and black'ning all the strand | V |
But like the Prince of Angels from his height | V |
Comes tumbling downward with diminish'd light | V |
Betray'd by one poor plot to public scorn | W2 |
Our only blessing since his curst return | W2 |
Those heaps of people which one sheaf did bind | V |
Blown off and scatter'd by a puff of wind | V |
What strength can he to your designs oppose | U2 |
Naked of friends and round beset with foes | U2 |
If Pharaoh's doubtful succour he should use | U2 |
A foreign aid would more incense the Jews | U2 |
Proud Egypt would dissembled friendship bring | A2 |
Foment the war but not support the king | A2 |
Nor would the royal party e'er unite | V |
With Pharaoh's arms t'assist the Jebusite | V |
Or if they should their interest soon would break | E3 |
And with such odious aid make David weak | F3 |
All sorts of men by my successful arts | U2 |
Abhorring kings estrange their alter'd hearts | U2 |
From David's rule And 'tis the general Cry | X2 |
Religion Common wealth and Liberty | V |
If you as champion of the public good | V |
Add to their arms a chief of royal blood | V |
What may not Israel hope and what applause | U2 |
Might such a general gain by such a cause | U2 |
Not barren praise alone that gaudy flow'r | S |
Fair only to the sight but solid pow'r | S |
And nobler is a limited command | V |
Giv'n by the love of all your native land | V |
Than a successive title long and dark | G3 |
Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark | G3 |
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What cannot praise effect in mighty minds | U2 |
When flattery soothes and when ambition blinds | U2 |
Desire of pow'r on earth a vicious weed | V |
Yet sprung from high is of celestial seed | V |
In God 'tis glory And when men aspire | S |
'Tis but a spark too much of heavenly fire | S |
Th' ambitious youth too covetous of fame | T |
Too full of angel's metal in his frame | T |
Unwarily was led from virtue's ways | U2 |
Made drunk with honour and debauch'd with praise | U2 |
Half loath and half consenting to the ill | Z2 |
For loyal blood within him struggled still | Z2 |
He thus repli'd And what pretence have I | X2 |
To take up arms for public liberty | V |
My Father governs with unquestion'd right | V |
The Faith's defender and mankind's delight | V |
Good gracious just observant of the laws | U2 |
And Heav'n by wonders has espous'd his cause | U2 |
Whom has he wrong'd in all his peaceful reign | W2 |
Who sues for justice to his throne in vain | W2 |
What millions has he pardon'd of his foes | U2 |
Whom just revenge did to his wrath expose | U2 |
Mild easy humble studious of our good | V |
Inclin'd to mercy and averse from blood | V |
If mildness ill with stubborn Israel suit | V |
His crime is God's beloved attribute | V |
What could he gain his people to betray | L |
Or change his right for arbitrary sway | L |
Let haughty Pharaoh curse with such a reign | W2 |
His fruitful Nile and yoke a servile train | W2 |
If David's rule Jerusalem displease | U2 |
The Dog star heats their brains to this disease | U2 |
Why then should I encouraging the bad | V |
Turn rebel and run popularly mad | V |
Were he a tyrant who by lawless might | V |
Oppress'd the Jews and rais'd the Jebusite | V |
Well might I mourn but nature's holy bands | U2 |
Would curb my spirits and restrain my hands | U2 |
The people might assert their liberty | V |
But what was right in them were crime in me | V |
His favour leaves me nothing to require | S |
Prevents my wishes and out runs desire | S |
What more can I expect while David lives | U2 |
All but his kingly diadem he gives | U2 |
And that but there he paus'd then sighing said | V |
Is justly destin'd for a worthier head | V |
For when my father from his toils shall rest | V |
And late augment the number of the blest | V |
His lawful issue shall the throne ascend | V |
Or the collat'ral line where that shall end | V |
His brother though oppress'd with vulgar spite | V |
Yet dauntless and secure of native right | V |
Of every royal virtue stands possess'd | V |
Still dear to all the bravest and the best | V |
His courage foes his friends his truth proclaim | T |
His loyalty the king the world his fame | T |
His mercy ev'n th'offending crowd will find | V |
For sure he comes of a forgiving kind | V |
Why should I then repine at Heaven's decree | V |
Which gives me no pretence to royalty | V |
Yet oh that Fate propitiously inclin'd | V |
Had rais'd my birth or had debas'd my mind | V |
To my large soul not all her treasure lent | V |
And then betray'd it to a mean descent | V |
I find I find my mounting spirits bold | V |
And David's part disdains my mother's mold | V |
Why am I scanted by a niggard birth | H3 |
My soul disclaims the kindred of her earth | H3 |
And made for empire whispers me within | W2 |
Desire of greatness is a god like sin | W2 |
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Him staggering so when Hell's dire agent found | V |
While fainting virtue scarce maintain'd her ground | V |
He pours fresh forces in and thus replies | U2 |
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Th'eternal God supremely good and wise | U2 |
Imparts not these prodigious gifts in vain | W2 |
What wonders are reserv'd to bless your reign | W2 |
Against your will your arguments have shown | W2 |
Such virtue's only giv'n to guide a throne | W2 |
Not that your father's mildness I contemn | W2 |
But manly force becomes the diadem | L2 |
'Tis true he grants the people all they crave | I3 |
And more perhaps than subjects ought to have | J3 |
For lavish grants suppose a monarch tame | T |
And more his goodness than his wit proclaim | T |
But when should people strive their bonds to break | E3 |
If not when kings are negligent or weak | F3 |
Let him give on till he can give no more | S |
The thrifty Sanhedrin shall keep him poor | S |
And every shekel which he can receive | K3 |
Shall cost a limb of his prerogative | L3 |
To ply him with new plots shall be my care | S |
Or plunge him deep in some expensive war | S |
Which when his treasure can no more supply | X2 |
He must with the remains of kingship buy | X2 |
His faithful friends our jealousies and fears | U2 |
Call Jebusites and Pharaoh's pensioners | U2 |
Whom when our fury from his aid has torn | W2 |
He shall be naked left to public scorn | W2 |
The next successor whom I fear and hate | V |
My arts have made obnoxious to the state | V |
Turn'd all his virtues to his overthrow | Z |
And gain'd our elders to pronounce a foe | Z |
His right for sums of necessary gold | V |
Shall first be pawn'd and afterwards be sold | V |
Till time shall ever wanting David draw | S |
To pass your doubtful title into law | S |
If not the people have a right supreme | D3 |
To make their kings for kings are made for them | L2 |
All empire is no more than pow'r in trust | V |
Which when resum'd can be no longer just | V |
Succession for the general good design'd | V |
In its own wrong a nation cannot bind | V |
If altering that the people can relieve | K3 |
Better one suffer than a nation grieve | K3 |
The Jews well know their pow'r ere Saul they chose | U2 |
God was their king and God they durst depose | U2 |
Urge now your piety your filial name | T |
A father's right and fear of future fame | T |
The public good the universal call | P2 |
To which even Heav'n submitted answers all | P2 |
Nor let his love enchant your generous mind | V |
'Tis Nature's trick to propagate her kind | V |
Our fond begetters who would never die | X2 |
Love but themselves in their posterity | V |
Or let his kindness by th'effects be tri'd | V |
Or let him lay his vain pretence aside | V |
God said he lov'd your father could he bring | A2 |
A better proof than to anoint him king | A2 |
It surely show'd he lov'd the shepherd well | G2 |
Who gave so fair a flock as Israel | H2 |
Would David have you thought his darling son | W2 |
What means he then to alienate the crown | W2 |
The name of godly he may blush to bear | S |
'Tis after God's own heart to cheat his heir | S |
He to his brother gives supreme command | V |
To you a legacy of barren land | V |
Perhaps th'old harp on which he thrums his lays | U2 |
Or some dull Hebrew ballad in your praise | U2 |
Then the next heir a prince severe and wise | U2 |
Already looks on you with jealous eyes | U2 |
Sees through the thin disguises of your arts | U2 |
And marks your progress in the people's hearts | U2 |
Though now his mighty soul in grief contains | U2 |
He meditates revenge who least complains | U2 |
And like a lion slumb'ring in the way | L |
Or sleep dissembling while he waits his prey | L |
His fearless foes within his distance draws | U2 |
Constrains his roaring and contracts his paws | U2 |
Till at the last his time for fury found | V |
He shoots with sudden vengeance from the ground | V |
The prostrate vulgar passes o'er and spares | U2 |
But with a lordly rage his hunters tears | U2 |
Your case no tame expedients will afford | V |
Resolve on death or conquest by the sword | V |
Which for no less a stake than life you draw | S |
And self defence is Nature's eldest law | S |
Leave the warm people no considering time | M3 |
For then rebellion may be thought a crime | M3 |
Prevail yourself of what occasion gives | U2 |
But try your title while your father lives | U2 |
And that your arms may have a fair pretence | U2 |
Proclaim you take them in the king's defence | U2 |
Whose sacred life each minute would expose | U2 |
To plots from seeming friends and secret foes | U2 |
And who can sound the depth of David's soul | N3 |
Perhaps his fear his kindness may control | N3 |
He fears his brother though he loves his son | W2 |
For plighted vows too late to be undone | W2 |
If so by force he wishes to be gain'd | V |
Like women's lechery to seem constrain'd | V |
Doubt not but when he most affects the frown | W2 |
Commit a pleasing rape upon the crown | W2 |
Secure his person to secure your cause | U2 |
They who possess the prince possess the laws | U2 |
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He said and this advice above the rest | V |
With Absalom's mild nature suited best | V |
Unblam'd of life ambition set aside | V |
Not stain'd with cruelty nor puff'd with pride | V |
How happy had he been if destiny | V |
Had higher plac'd his birth or not so high | X2 |
His kingly virtues might have claim'd a throne | W2 |
And blest all other countries but his own | W2 |
But charming greatness since so few refuse | U2 |
'Tis juster to lament him than accuse | U2 |
Strong were his hopes a rival to remove | N |
With blandishments to gain the public love | O |
To head the faction while their zeal was hot | V |
And popularly prosecute the plot | V |
To farther this Achitophel unites | U2 |
The malcontents of all the Israelites | U2 |
Whose differing parties he could wisely join | W2 |
For several ends to serve the same design | W2 |
The best and of the princes some were such | O3 |
Who thought the pow'r of monarchy too much | O3 |
Mistaken men and patriots in their hearts | U2 |
Not wicked but seduc'd by impious arts | U2 |
By these the springs of property were bent | V |
And wound so high they crack'd the government | V |
The next for interest sought t'embroil the state | V |
To sell their duty at a dearer rate | V |
And make their Jewish markets of the throne | W2 |
Pretending public good to serve their own | W2 |
Others thought kings an useless heavy load | V |
Who cost too much and did too little good | V |
These were for laying honest David by | X2 |
On principles of pure good husbandry | V |
With them join'd all th'haranguers of the throng | M2 |
That thought to get preferment by the tongue | B3 |
Who follow next a double danger bring | A2 |
Not only hating David but the king | A2 |
The Solymaean rout well vers'd of old | V |
In godly faction and in treason bold | V |
Cow'ring and quaking at a conqu'ror's sword | V |
But lofty to a lawful prince restor'd | V |
Saw with disdain an Ethnic plot begun | W2 |
And scorn'd by Jebusites to be out done | W2 |
Hot Levites headed these who pull'd before | S |
From th'Ark which in the Judges' days they bore | S |
Resum'd their Cant and with a zealous cry | X2 |
Pursu'd their old belov'd Theocracy | V |
Where Sanhedrin and Priest enslav'd the nation | W2 |
And justifi'd their spoils by inspiration | W2 |
For who so fit for reign as Aaron's race | U2 |
If once dominion they could found in Grace | U2 |
These led the pack though not of surest scent | V |
Yet deepest mouth'd against the government | V |
A numerous host of dreaming saints succeed | V |
Of the true old enthusiastic breed | V |
'Gainst form and order they their pow'r employ | P3 |
Nothing to build and all things to destroy | P3 |
But far more numerous was the herd of such | O3 |
Who think too little and who talk too much | O3 |
These out of mere instinct they knew not why | X2 |
Ador'd their father's God and property | V |
And by the same blind benefit of fate | V |
The Devil and the Jebusite did hate | V |
Born to be saved even in their own despite | V |
Because they could not help believing right | V |
Such were the tools but a whole Hydra more | S |
Remains of sprouting heads too long to score | S |
Some of their chiefs were princes of the land | V |
In the first rank of these did Zimri stand | V |
A man so various that he seem'd to be | V |
Not one but all Mankind's Epitome | V |
Stiff in opinions always in the wrong | M2 |
Was everything by starts and nothing long | M2 |
But in the course of one revolving moon | W2 |
Was chemist fiddler statesman and buffoon | W2 |
Then all for women painting rhyming drinking | A2 |
Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking | A2 |
Blest madman who could every hour employ | P3 |
With something new to wish or to enjoy | P3 |
Railing and praising were his usual themes | U2 |
And both to show his judgment in extremes | U2 |
So over violent or over civil | H2 |
That every man with him was god or devil | H2 |
In squandering wealth was his peculiar art | V |
Nothing went unrewarded but desert | V |
Beggar'd by fools whom still he found too late | V |
He had his jest and they had his estate | V |
He laugh'd himself from court then sought relief | Q3 |
By forming parties but could ne'er be chief | Q3 |
For spite of him the weight of business fell | G2 |
On Absalom and wise Achitophel | G2 |
Thus wicked but in will of means bereft | V |
He left not faction but of that was left | V |
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Titles and names 'twere tedious to rehearse | U2 |
Of lords below the dignity of verse | U2 |
Wits warriors commonwealths men were the best | V |
Kind husbands and mere nobles all the rest | V |
And therefore in the name of dullness be | V |
The well hung Balaam and cold Caleb free | V |
And canting Nadab let oblivion damn | W2 |
Who made new porridge for the Paschal Lamb | W2 |
Let friendship's holy band some names assure | S |
Some their own worth and some let scorn secure | S |
Nor shall the rascal rabble here have place | U2 |
Whom kings no titles gave and God no grace | U2 |
Not bull faced Jonas who could statutes draw | S |
To mean rebellion and make treason law | S |
But he though bad is follow'd by a worse | U2 |
The wretch who Heav'n's Anointed dar'd to curse | U2 |
Shimei whose youth did early promise bring | A2 |
Of zeal to God and hatred to his king | A2 |
Did wisely from expensive sins refrain | W2 |
And never broke the Sabbath but for gain | W2 |
Nor ever was he known an oath to vent | V |
Or curse unless against the government | V |
Thus heaping wealth by the most ready way | L |
Among the Jews which was to cheat and pray | L |
The city to reward his pious hate | V |
Against his master chose him magistrate | V |
His hand a vare of justice did uphold | V |
His neck was loaded with a chain of gold | V |
During his office treason was no crime | M3 |
The sons of Belial had a glorious time | M3 |
For Shimei though not prodigal of pelf | Q3 |
Yet lov'd his wicked neighbour as himself | Q3 |
When two or three were gather'd to declaim | T |
Against the monarch of Jerusalem | J |
Shimei was always in the midst of them | L2 |
And if they curst the king when he was by | X2 |
Would rather curse than break good company | V |
If any durst his factious friends accuse | U2 |
He pack'd a jury of dissenting Jews | U2 |
Whose fellow feeling in the godly cause | U2 |
Would free the suff'ring saint from human laws | U2 |
For laws are only made to punish those | U2 |
Who serve the king and to protect his foes | U2 |
If any leisure time he had from pow'r | S |
Because 'tis sin to mis employ an hour | S |
His bus'ness was by writing to persuade | V |
That kings were useless and a clog to trade | V |
And that his noble style he might refine | W2 |
No Rechabite more shunn'd the fumes of wine | W2 |
Chaste were his cellars and his shrieval board | V |
The grossness of a city feast abhorr'd | V |
His cooks with long disuse their trade forgot | V |
Cool was his kitchen though his brains were hot | V |
Such frugal virtue malice may accuse | U2 |
But sure 'twas necessary to the Jews | U2 |
For towns once burnt such magistrates require | S |
As dare not tempt God's providence by fire | S |
With spiritual food he fed his servants well | G2 |
But free from flesh that made the Jews rebel | G2 |
And Moses' laws he held in more account | V |
For forty days of fasting in the mount | V |
To speak the rest who better are forgot | V |
Would tire a well breath'd witness of the plot | V |
Yet Corah thou shalt from oblivion pass | U2 |
Erect thyself thou monumental brass | U2 |
High as the serpent of thy metal made | V |
While nations stand secure beneath thy shade | V |
What though his birth were base yet comets rise | U2 |
From earthy vapours e'er they shine in skies | U2 |
Prodigious actions may as well be done | W2 |
By weaver's issue as by prince's son | W2 |
This arch attestor for the public good | V |
By that one deed ennobles all his blood | V |
Who ever ask'd the witnesses' high race | U2 |
Whose oath with martyrdom did Stephen grace | U2 |
Ours was a Levite and as times went then | W2 |
His tribe were God almighty's gentlemen | W2 |
Sunk were his eyes his voice was harsh and loud | V |
Sure signs he neither choleric was nor proud | V |
His long chin prov'd his wit his saint like grace | U2 |
A church vermilion and a Moses' face | U2 |
His memory miraculously great | V |
Could plots exceeding man's belief repeat | V |
Which therefore cannot be accounted lies | U2 |
For human wit could never such devise | U2 |
Some future truths are mingled in his book | S2 |
But where the witness fail'd the Prophet spoke | Y2 |
Some things like visionary flights appear | S |
The spirit caught him up the Lord knows where | S |
And gave him his rabbinical degree | V |
Unknown to foreign university | V |
His judgment yet his mem'ry did excel | G2 |
Which piec'd his wondrous evidence so well | G2 |
And suited to the temper of the times | U2 |
Then groaning under Jebusitic crimes | U2 |
Let Israel's foes suspect his Heav'nly call | G2 |
And rashly judge his writ apocryphal | G2 |
Our laws for such affronts have forfeits made | V |
He takes his life who takes away his trade | V |
Were I myself in witness Corah's place | U2 |
The wretch who did me such a dire disgrace | U2 |
Should whet my memory though once forgot | V |
To make him an appendix of my plot | V |
His zeal to Heav'n made him his prince despise | U2 |
And load his person with indignities | U2 |
But Zeal peculiar privilege affords | U2 |
Indulging latitude to deeds and words | U2 |
And Corah might for Agag's murther call | G2 |
In terms as coarse as Samuel us'd to Saul | G2 |
What others in his evidence did join | W2 |
The best that could be had for love or coin | W2 |
In Corah's own predicament will fall | G2 |
For Witness is a common name to all | G2 |
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Surrounded thus with friends of every sort | V |
Deluded Absalom forsakes the court | V |
Impatient of high hopes urg'd with renown | W2 |
And fir'd with near possession of a crown | W2 |
Th' admiring crowd are dazzled with surprise | U2 |
And on his goodly person feed their eyes | U2 |
His joy conceal'd he sets himself to show | Z |
On each side bowing popularly low | Z |
His looks his gestures and his words he frames | U2 |
And with familiar ease repeats their names | U2 |
Thus form'd by Nature furnish'd out with arts | U2 |
He glides unfelt into their secret hearts | U2 |
Then with a kind compassionating look | S2 |
And sighs bespeaking pity e'er he spoke | Y2 |
Few words he said but easy those and fit | V |
More slow than Hybla drops and far more sweet | V |
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I mourn my country men your lost estate | V |
Though far unable to prevent your fate | V |
Behold a banish'd man for your dear cause | U2 |
Expos'd a prey to arbitrary laws | U2 |
Yet oh that I alone could be undone | W2 |
Cut off from empire and no more a son | W2 |
Now all your liberties a spoil are made | V |
Egypt and Tyrus intercept your trade | V |
And Jebusites your sacred rites invade | V |
My father whom with reverence yet I name | T |
Charm'd into ease is careless of his fame | T |
And brib'd with petty sums of foreign gold | V |
Is grown in Bathsheba's embraces old | V |
Exalts his enemies his friends destroys | U2 |
And all his pow'r against himself employs | U2 |
He gives and let him give my right away | L |
But why should he his own and yours betray | L |
He only he can make the nation bleed | V |
And he alone from my revenge is freed | V |
Take then my tears with that he wip'd his eyes | U2 |
'Tis all the aid my present pow'r supplies | U2 |
No court informer can these arms accuse | U2 |
These arms may sons against their fathers use | U2 |
And 'tis my wish the next successor's reign | W2 |
May make no other Israelite complain | W2 |
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Youth beauty graceful action seldom fail | G2 |
But common interest always will prevail | G2 |
And pity never ceases to be shown | W2 |
To him who makes the people's wrongs his own | W2 |
The crowd that still believe their kings oppress | U2 |
With lifted hands their young Messiah bless | U2 |
Who now begins his progress to ordain | W2 |
With chariots horsemen and a num'rous train | W2 |
From East to West his glories he displays | U2 |
And like the sun the Promis'd Land surveys | U2 |
Fame runs before him as the Morning Star | S |
And shouts of joy salute him from afar | S |
Each house receives him as a guardian God | V |
And consecrates the place of his abode | V |
But hospitable treats did most commend | V |
Wise Issachar his wealthy western friend | V |
This moving court that caught the people's eyes | U2 |
And seem'd but pomp did other ends disguise | U2 |
Achitophel had form'd it with intent | V |
To sound the depths and fathom where it went | V |
The people's hearts distinguish friends from foes | U2 |
And try their strength before they came to blows | U2 |
Yet all was colour'd with a smooth pretence | U2 |
Of specious love and duty to their prince | U2 |
Religion and redress of grievances | U2 |
Two names that always cheat and always please | U2 |
Are often urg'd and good King David's life | Q3 |
Endanger'd by a brother and a wife | Q3 |
Thus in a pageant show a plot is made | V |
And peace itself is war in masquerade | V |
Oh foolish Israel never warn'd by ill | G2 |
Still the same bait and circumvented still | G2 |
Did ever men forsake their present ease | U2 |
In midst of health imagine a disease | U2 |
Take pains contingent mischiefs to foresee | U2 |
Make heirs for monarchs and for God decree | U2 |
What shall we think Can people give away | L |
Both for themselves and sons their native sway | L |
Then they are left defenceless to the sword | V |
Of each unbounded arbitrary lord | V |
And laws are vain by which we right enjoy | P3 |
If kings unquestion'd can those laws destroy | P3 |
Yet if the crowd be judge of fit and just | V |
And kings are only officers in trust | V |
Then this resuming cov'nant was declar'd | V |
When Kings were made or is for ever bar'd | V |
If those who gave the sceptre could not tie | X2 |
By their own deed their own posterity | U2 |
How then could Adam bind his future race | U2 |
How could his forfeit on mankind take place | U2 |
Or how could heavenly justice damn us all | G2 |
Who ne'er consented to our father's fall | G2 |
Then kings are slaves to those whom they command | V |
And tenants to their people's pleasure stand | V |
Add that the pow'r for property allow'd | V |
Is mischievously seated in the crowd | V |
For who can be secure of private right | V |
If sovereign sway may be dissolv'd by might | V |
Nor is the people's judgment always true | S |
The most may err as grossly as the few | S |
And faultless kings run down by common cry | X2 |
For vice oppression and for tyranny | U2 |
What standard is there in a fickle rout | V |
Which flowing to the mark runs faster out | V |
Nor only crowds but Sanhedrins may be | U2 |
Infected with this public lunacy | U2 |
And share the madness of rebellious times | U2 |
To murther monarchs for imagin'd crimes | U2 |
If they may give and take whene'er they please | U2 |
Not kings alone the godhead's images | U2 |
But government itself at length must fall | G2 |
To nature's state where all have right to all | G2 |
Yet grant our lords the people kings can make | E3 |
What prudent men a settled throne would shake | E3 |
For whatsoe'er their sufferings were before | S |
That change they covet makes them suffer more | S |
All other errors but disturb a state | V |
But innovation is the blow of fate | V |
If ancient fabrics nod and threat to fall | G2 |
To patch the flaws and buttress up the wall | G2 |
Thus far 'tis duty but here fix the mark | G3 |
For all beyond it is to touch our Ark | G3 |
To change foundations cast the frame anew | S |
Is work for rebels who base ends pursue | S |
At once divine and human laws control | G2 |
And mend the parts by ruin of the whole | G2 |
The tamp'ring world is subject to this curse | U2 |
To physic their disease into a worse | U2 |
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Now what relief can righteous David bring | A2 |
How fatal 'tis to be too good a king | A2 |
Friends he has few so high the madness grows | U2 |
Who dare be such must be the people's foes | U2 |
Yet some there were ev'n in the worst of days | U2 |
Some let me name and naming is to praise | U2 |
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In this short file Barzillai first appears | U2 |
Barzillai crown'd with honour and with years | U2 |
Long since the rising rebels he withstood | V |
In regions waste beyond the Jordan's flood | V |
Unfortunately brave to buoy the state | V |
But sinking underneath his master's fate | V |
In exile with his god like prince he mourn'd | V |
For him he suffer'd and with him return'd | V |
The court he practis'd not the courtier's art | V |
Large was his wealth but larger was his heart | V |
Which well the noblest objects knew to choose | U2 |
The fighting warrior and recording Muse | U2 |
His bed could once a fruitful issue boast | V |
Now more than half a father's name is lost | V |
His eldest hope with every grace adorn'd | V |
By me so Heav'n will have it always mourn'd | V |
And always honour'd snatch'd in manhood's prime | M3 |
B' unequal Fates and Providence's crime | M3 |
Yet not before the goal of honour won | W2 |
All parts fulfill'd of subject and of son | W2 |
Swift was the race but short the time to run | W2 |
Oh narrow circle but of pow'r divine | W2 |
Scanted in space but perfect in thy line | W2 |
By sea by land thy matchless worth was known | W2 |
Arms thy delight and war was all thy own | W2 |
Thy force infus'd the fainting Tyrians propp'd | V |
And haughty Pharaoh found his fortune stopp'd | V |
Oh ancient honour Oh unconquer'd Hand | V |
Whom foes unpunish'd never could withstand | V |
But Israel was unworthy of thy name | T |
Short is the date of all immoderate fame | T |
It looks as Heav'n our ruin had design'd | V |
And durst not trust thy fortune and thy mind | V |
Now free from earth thy disencumber'd Soul | G2 |
Mounts up and leaves behind the clouds and starry pole | G2 |
From thence thy kindred legions may'st thou bring | A2 |
To aid the Guardian Angel of thy king | A2 |
Here stop my Muse here cease thy painful flight | V |
No pinions can pursue immortal height | V |
Tell good Barzillai thou canst sing no more | S |
And tell thy soul she should have fled before | S |
Or fled she with his life and left this verse | U2 |
To hang on her departed patron's hearse | U2 |
Now take thy steepy flight from Heav'n and see | U2 |
If thou canst find on earth another he | U2 |
Another he would be too hard to find | V |
See then whom thou canst see not far behind | V |
Zadoc the priest whom shunning pow'r and place | U2 |
His lowly mind advanc'd to David's grace | U2 |
With him the Sagan of Jerusalem | J |
Of hospitable soul and noble stem | L2 |
Him of the western dome whose weighty sense | U2 |
Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence | U2 |
The Prophet's sons by such example led | V |
To learning and to loyalty were bred | V |
For colleges on bounteous kings depend | V |
And never rebel was to arts a friend | V |
To these succeed the pillars of the laws | U2 |
Who best could plead and best can judge a cause | U2 |
Next them a train of loyal peers ascend | V |
Sharp judging Adriel the Muse's friend | V |
Himself a Muse in Sanhedrin's debate | V |
True to his prince but not a slave of state | V |
Whom David's love with honours did adorn | W2 |
That from his disobedient son were torn | W2 |
Jotham of piercing wit and pregnant thought | V |
Endow'd by Nature and by learning taught | V |
To move assemblies who but only tri'd | V |
The worse awhile then chose the better side | V |
Nor chose alone but turn'd the balance too | S |
So much the weight of one brave man can do | S |
Hushai the friend of David in distress | U2 |
In public storms of manly steadfastness | U2 |
By foreign treaties he inform'd his youth | R3 |
And join'd experience to his native truth | R3 |
His frugal care suppli'd the wanting throne | W2 |
Frugal for that but bounteous of his own | W2 |
'Tis easy conduct when exchequers flow | Z |
But hard the task to manage well the low | Z |
For sovereign power is too depress'd or high | X2 |
When kings are forc'd to sell or crowds to buy | X2 |
Indulge one labour more my weary Muse | U2 |
For Amiel who can Amiel's praise refuse | U2 |
Of ancient race by birth but nobler yet | V |
In his own worth and without title great | V |
The Sanhedrin long time as chief he rul'd | V |
Their reason guided and their passion cool'd | V |
So dext'rous was he in the crown's defence | U2 |
So form'd to speak a loyal nation's sense | U2 |
That as their band was Israel's tribes in small | G2 |
So fit was he to represent them all | G2 |
Now rasher charioteers the seat ascend | V |
Whose loose careers his steady skill commend | V |
They like th'unequal ruler of the day | L |
Misguide the seasons and mistake the way | L |
While he withdrawn at their mad labour smiles | U2 |
And safe enjoys the sabbath of his toils | U2 |
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These were the chief a small but faithful band | V |
Of worthies in the breach who dar'd to stand | V |
And tempt th'united fury of the land | V |
With grief they view'd such powerful engines bent | V |
To batter down the lawful government | V |
A numerous faction with pretended frights | U2 |
In Sanhedrins to plume the regal rights | U2 |
The true successor from the court remov'd | V |
The plot by hireling witnesses improv'd | V |
These ills they saw and as their duty bound | V |
They show'd the king the danger of the wound | V |
That no concessions from the throne would please | U2 |
But lenitives fomented the disease | U2 |
That Absalom ambitious of the crown | W2 |
Was made the lure to draw the people down | W2 |
That false Achitophel's pernicious hate | V |
Had turn'd the plot to ruin church and state | V |
The Council violent the rabble worse | U2 |
That Shimei taught Jerusalem to curse | U2 |
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With all these loads of injuries opprest | V |
And long revolving in his careful breast | V |
Th'event of things at last his patience tir'd | V |
Thus from his royal throne by Heav'n inspir'd | V |
The god like David spoke and awful fear | S |
His train their Maker in their Master hear | S |
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Thus long have I by native mercy sway'd | V |
My wrongs dissembl'd my revenge delay'd | V |
So willing to forgive th'offending age | C3 |
So much the father did the king assuage | C3 |
But now so far my clemency they slight | V |
Th' offenders question my forgiving right | V |
That one was made for many they contend | V |
But 'tis to rule for that's a monarch's end | V |
They call my tenderness of blood my fear | S |
Though manly tempers can the longest bear | S |
Yet since they will divert my native course | U2 |
'Tis time to shew I am not good by force | U2 |
Those heap'd affronts that haughty subjects bring | A2 |
Are burdens for a camel not a king | A2 |
Kings are the public pillars of the state | V |
Born to sustain and prop the nation's weight | V |
If my young Sampson will pretend a call | G2 |
To shake the column let him share the fall | G2 |
But oh that yet he would repent and live | Q3 |
How easy 'tis for parents to forgive | Q3 |
With how few tears a pardon might be won | W2 |
From Nature pleading for a darling son | W2 |
Poor pitied youth by my paternal care | S |
Rais'd up to all the heights his frame could bear | S |
Had God ordain'd his fate for empire born | W2 |
He would have giv'n his soul another turn | W2 |
Gull'd with a patriot's name whose modern sense | U2 |
Is one that would by law supplant his prince | U2 |
The people's brave the politician's tool | G2 |
Never was patriot yet but was a fool | G2 |
Whence comes it that religion and the laws | U2 |
Should more be Absalom's than David's cause | U2 |
His old instructor e'er he lost his place | U2 |
Was never thought endued with so much grace | U2 |
Good heav'ns how faction can a patriot paint | V |
My rebel ever proves my people's saint | V |
Would they impose an heir upon the throne | W2 |
Let Sanhedrins be taught to give their own | W2 |
A king's at least a part of government | V |
And mine as requisite as their consent | V |
Without my leave a future king to choose | U2 |
Infers a right the present to depose | U2 |
True they petition me t'approve their choice | U2 |
But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice | U2 |
My pious subjects for my safety pray | L |
Which to secure they take my pow'r away | L |
From plots and treasons Heav'n preserve my years | U2 |
But save me most from my petitioners | U2 |
Unsatiate as the barren womb or grave | Q3 |
God cannot grant so much as they can crave | Q3 |
What then is left but with a jealous eye | X2 |
To guard the small remains of royalty | V |
The law shall still direct my peaceful sway | L |
And the same law teach rebels to obey | L |
Votes shall no more establish'd pow'r control | G2 |
Such votes as make a part exceed the whole | G2 |
No groundless clamours shall my friends remove | Q3 |
Nor crowds have pow'r to punish ere they prove | Q3 |
For gods and god like kings their care express | U2 |
Still to defend their servants in distress | U2 |
Oh that my pow'r to saving were confin'd | V |
Why am I forc'd like Heav'n against my mind | V |
To make examples of another kind | V |
Must I at length the sword of justice draw | S |
Oh curst effects of necessary law | S |
How ill my fear they by my mercy scan | W2 |
Beware the fury of a patient man | W2 |
Law they require let law then show her face | U2 |
They could not be content to look on grace | U2 |
Her hinder parts but with a daring eye | X2 |
To tempt the terror of her front and die | X2 |
By their own arts 'tis righteously decreed | V |
Those dire artificers of death shall bleed | V |
Against themselves their witnesses will swear | S |
Till viper like their mother plot they tear | S |
And suck for nutriment that bloody gore | S |
Which was their principle of life before | S |
Their Belial with the Belzebub will fight | V |
Thus on my foes my foes shall do me right | V |
Nor doubt th'event for factious crowds engage | C3 |
In their first onset all their brutal rage | C3 |
Then let 'em take an unresisted course | U2 |
Retire and traverse and delude their force | U2 |
But when they stand all breathless urge the fight | V |
And rise upon 'em with redoubled might | V |
For lawful pow'r is still superior found | V |
When long driv'n back at length it stands the ground | V |
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He said Th' Almighty nodding gave consent | V |
And peals of thunder shook the firmament | V |
Henceforth a series of new time began | W2 |
The mighty years in long procession ran | W2 |
Once more the god like David was restor'd | V |
And willing nations knew their lawful lord | V |
John Dryden
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