Satire On The Dutch.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEFGGHHIIEJGGKL MMIINNEOGGPPNNQQRSNN TTQQWritten In The Year | A |
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As needy gallants in the scrivener's hands | B |
Court the rich knaves that gripe their mortgaged lands | B |
The first fat buck of all the season's sent | C |
And keeper takes no fee in compliment | C |
The dotage of some Englishmen is such | D |
To fawn on those who ruin them the Dutch | D |
They shall have all rather than make a war | E |
With those who of the same religion are | F |
The Straits the Guinea trade the herrings too | G |
Nay to keep friendship they shall pickle you | G |
Some are resolved not to find out the cheat | H |
But cuckold like love them that do the feat | H |
What injuries soe'er upon us fall | I |
Yet still the same religion answers all | I |
Religion wheedled us to civil war | E |
Drew English blood and Dutchmen's now would spare | J |
Be gull'd no longer for you'll find it true | G |
They have no more religion faith than you | G |
Interest's the god they worship in their state | K |
And we I take it have not much of that | L |
Well monarchies may own religion's name | M |
But states are atheists in their very frame | M |
They share a sin and such proportions fall | I |
That like a stink 'tis nothing to them all | I |
Think on their rapine falsehood cruelty | N |
And that what once they were they still would be | N |
To one well born the affront is worse and more | E |
When he's abused and baffled by a boor | O |
With an ill grace the Dutch their mischiefs do | G |
They've both ill nature and ill manners too | G |
Well may they boast themselves an ancient nation | P |
For they were bred ere manners were in fashion | P |
And their new commonwealth has set them free | N |
Only from honour and civility | N |
Venetians do not more uncouthly ride | Q |
Than did their lubber state mankind bestride | Q |
Their sway became them with as ill a mien | R |
As their own paunches swell above their chin | S |
Yet is their empire no true growth but humour | N |
And only two kings' touch can cure the tumour | N |
As Cato fruits of Afric did display | T |
Let us before our eyes their Indies lay | T |
All loyal English will like him conclude | Q |
Let C sar live and Carthage be subdued | Q |
John Dryden
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