Epilogue To "the Pilgrim." Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEBBFGHHIJKKLL MMNNOOPPOOBBQQQCCOOO RROOSSS

Perhaps the parson stretch'd a point too farA
When with our Theatres he waged a warB
He tells you that this very moral ageC
Received the first infection from the stageC
But sure a banish'd court with lewdness fraughtD
The seeds of open vice returning broughtD
Thus lodged as vice by great example thrivesE
It first debauch'd the daughters and the wivesE
London a fruitful soil yet never boreB
So plentiful a crop of horns beforeB
The poets who must live by courts or starveF
Were proud so good a government to serveG
And mixing with buffoons and pimps profaneH
Tainted the stage for some small snip of gainH
For they like harlots under bawds profess'dI
Took all the ungodly pains and got the leastJ
Thus did the thriving malady prevailK
The court its head the poets but the tailK
The sin was of our native growth 'tis trueL
The scandal of the sin was wholly newL
Misses they were but modestly conceal'dM
Whitehall the naked Venus first reveal'dM
Who standing as at Cyprus in her shrineN
The strumpet was adored with rites divineN
Ere this if saints had any secret motionO
'Twas chamber practice all and close devotionO
I pass the peccadilloes of their timeP
Nothing but open lewdness was a crimeP
A monarch's blood was venial to the nationO
Compared with one foul act of fornicationO
Now they would silence us and shut the doorB
That let in all the barefaced vice beforeB
As for reforming us which some pretendQ
That work in England is without an endQ
Well may we change but we shall never mendQ
Yet if you can but bear the present StageC
We hope much better of the coming ageC
What would you say if we should first beginO
To stop the trade of love behind the sceneO
Where actresses make bold with married menO
For while abroad so prodigal the dolt isR
Poor spouse at home as ragged as a colt isR
In short we'll grow as moral as we canO
Save here and there a woman or a manO
But neither you nor we with all our painsS
Can make clean work there will be some remainsS
While you have still your Oates and we our HainesS

John Dryden



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