Prologue To "don Sebastian." Spoken By A Woman. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHIBBJJKK LLL MMFFGNEEGGLLNNGGGLLO OEE| The judge removed though he's no more my lord | A |
| May plead at bar or at the council board | A |
| So may cast poets write there's no pretension | B |
| To argue loss of wit from loss of pension | B |
| Your looks are cheerful and in all this place | C |
| I see not one that wears a damning face | C |
| The British nation is too brave to show | D |
| Ignoble vengeance on a vanquish'd foe | D |
| At last be civil to the wretch imploring | E |
| And lay your paws upon him without roaring | E |
| Suppose our poet was your foe before | F |
| Yet now the business of the field is o'er | G |
| 'Tis time to let your civil wars alone | H |
| When troops are into winter quarters gone | I |
| Jove was alike to Latian and to Phrygian | B |
| And you well know a play's of no religion | B |
| Take good advice and please yourselves this day | J |
| No matter from what hands you have the play | J |
| Among good fellows every health will pass | K |
| That serves to carry round another glass | K |
| When with full bowls of Burgundy you dine | L |
| Though at the mighty monarch you repine | L |
| You grant him still Most Christian in his wine | L |
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| Thus far the poet but his brains grow addle | M |
| And all the rest is purely from his noddle | M |
| You have seen young ladies at the senate door | F |
| Prefer petitions and your grace implore | F |
| However grave the legislators were | G |
| Their cause went ne'er the worse for being fair | N |
| Reasons as weak as theirs perhaps I bring | E |
| But I could bribe you with as good a thing | E |
| I heard him make advances of good nature | G |
| That he for once would sheath his cutting satire | G |
| Sign but his peace he vows he'll ne'er again | L |
| The sacred names of fops and beaux profane | L |
| Strike up the bargain quickly for I swear | N |
| As times go now he offers very fair | N |
| Be not too hard on him with statutes neither | G |
| Be kind and do not set your teeth together | G |
| To stretch the laws as cobblers do their leather | G |
| Horses by Papists are not to be ridden | L |
| But sure the Muses' horse was ne'er forbidden | L |
| For in no rate book it was ever found | O |
| That Pegasus was valued at five pound | O |
| Fine him to daily drudging and inditing | E |
| And let him pay his taxes out in writing | E |
John Dryden
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