Prologue To The University Of Oxford. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEFFGGHHIIJJKLM MNNNOOPPQLRRSSTUDiscord and plots which have undone our age | A |
With the same ruin have o'erwhelm'd the stage | A |
Our house has suffer'd in the common woe | B |
We have been troubled with Scotch rebels too | C |
Our brethren are from Thames to Tweed departed | D |
And of our sisters all the kinder hearted | D |
To Edinburgh gone or coach'd or carted | E |
With bonny bluecap there they act all night | F |
For Scotch half crown in English three pence hight | F |
One nymph to whom fat Sir John Falstaff's lean | G |
There with her single person fills the scene | G |
Another with long use and age decay'd | H |
Dived here old woman and rose there a maid | H |
Our trusty doorkeepers of former time | I |
There strut and swagger in heroic rhyme | I |
Tack but a copper lace to drugget suit | J |
And there's a hero made without dispute | J |
And that which was a capon's tail before | K |
Becomes a plume for Indian emperor | L |
But all his subjects to express the care | M |
Of imitation go like Indians bare | M |
Laced linen there would be a dangerous thing | N |
It might perhaps a new rebellion bring | N |
The Scot who wore it would be chosen king | N |
But why should I these renegades describe | O |
When you yourselves have seen a lewder tribe | O |
Teague has been here and to this learned pit | P |
With Irish action slander'd English wit | P |
You have beheld such barbarous Macs appear | Q |
As merited a second massacre | L |
Such as like Cain were branded with disgrace | R |
And had their country stamp'd upon their face | R |
When strollers durst presume to pick your purse | S |
We humbly thought our broken troop not worse | S |
How ill soe'er our action may deserve | T |
Oxford's a place where wit can never starve | U |
John Dryden
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