Prologue To The True Widow Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGHIIHHJJ KKLLMMNNOOPQ

Heaven save ye gallants and this hopeful ageA
Y' are welcome to the downfall of the stageA
The fools have laboured long in their vocationB
And vice the manufacture of the nationB
O'erstocks the town so much and thrives so wellC
That fops and knaves grow drugs and will not sellC
In vain our wares on theatres are shownD
When each has a plantation of his ownD
His cruse ne'er fails for whatsoe'er he spendsE
There's still God's plenty for himself and friendsE
Should men be rated by poetic rulesF
Lord what a poll would there be raised from foolsF
Meantime poor wit prohibited must lieG
As if 'twere made some French commodityH
Fools you will have and raised at vast expenseI
And yet as soon as seen they give offenceI
Time was when none would cry That oaf was meH
But now you strive about your pedigreeH
Bauble and cap no sooner are thrown downJ
But there's a muss of more than half the townJ
Each one will challenge a child's part at leastK
A sign the family is well increasedK
Of foreign cattle there's no longer needL
When we're supplied so fast with English breedL
Well flourish countrymen drink swear and roarM
Let every free born subject keep his whoreM
And wandering in the wilderness aboutN
At end of forty years not wear her outN
But when you see these pictures let none dareO
To own beyond a limb or single shareO
For where the punk is common he's a sotP
Who needs will father what the parish gotQ

John Dryden



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