Prologue To "the Loyal General;" By Mr Tate, 1680 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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If yet there be a few that take delightA
In that which reasonable men should writeA
To them alone we dedicate this nightA
The rest may satisfy their curious itchB
With city gazettes or some factious speechC
Or whate'er libel for the public goodD
Stirs up the shrove tide crew to fire and bloodE
Remove your benches you apostate pitF
And take above twelve pennyworth of witF
Go back to your dear dancing on the ropeG
Or see what's worse the Devil and the PopeG
The plays that take on our corrupted stageH
Methinks resemble the distracted ageH
Noise madness all unreasonable thingsI
That strike at sense as rebels do at kingsI
The style of forty one our poets writeA
And you are grown to judge like forty eightJ
Such censures our mistaking audience makeK
That 'tis almost grown scandalous to takeK
They talk of fevers that infect the brainsL
But nonsense is the new disease that reignsL
Weak stomachs with a long disease oppress'dM
Cannot the cordials of strong wit digestM
Therefore thin nourishment of farce ye chooseN
Decoctions of a barley water MuseN
A meal of tragedy would make ye sickO
Unless it were a very tender chickO
Some scenes in sippets would be worth our timeP
Those would go down some love that's poach'd in rhymeP
If these should failQ
We must lie down and after all our costR
Keep holiday like watermen in frostS
While you turn players on the world's great stageH
And act yourselves the farce of your own ageH

John Dryden



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