To Mr Lee, On His "alexander." Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The blast of common censure could I fear	A
Before your play my name should not appear	A
For 'twill be thought and with some colour too	B
I pay the bribe I first received from you	B
That mutual vouchers for our fame we stand	C
And play the game into each other's hand	C
And as cheap pen'orths to ourselves afford	D
As Bessus and the brothers of the sword	D
Such libels private men may well endure	E
When states and kings themselves are not secure	E
For ill men conscious of their inward guilt	F
Think the best actions on by ends are built	F
And yet my silence had not 'scaped their spite	G
Then envy had not suffer'd me to write	G
For since I could not ignorance pretend	H
Such merit I must envy or commend	H
So many candidates there stand for wit	I
A place at court is scarce so hard to get	J
In vain they crowd each other at the door	K
For even reversions are all begg'd before	K
Desert how known soe'er is long delay'd	L
And then too fools and knaves are better paid	L
Yet as some actions bear so great a name	M
That courts themselves are just for fear of shame	M
So has the mighty merit of your play	N
Extorted praise and forced itself away	N
'Tis here as 'tis at sea who farthest goes	O
Or dares the most makes all the rest his foes	O
Yet when some virtue much outgrows the rest	P
It shoots too fast and high to be express'd	P
As his heroic worth struck envy dumb	Q
Who took the Dutchman and who cut the boom	R
Such praise is yours while you the passions move	S
That 'tis no longer feign'd 'tis real love	T
Where nature triumphs over wretched art	U
We only warm the head but you the heart	U
Always you warm and if the rising year	A
As in hot regions brings the sun too near	A
'Tis but to make your fragrant spices blow	V
Which in our cooler climates will not grow	V
They only think you animate your theme	W
With too much fire who are themselves all phlegm	X
Prizes would be for lags of slowest pace	Y
Were cripples made the judges of the race	Y
Despise those drones who praise while they accuse	Z
The too much vigour of your youthful Muse	Z
That humble style which they your virtue make	A2
Is in your power you need but stoop and take	A2
Your beauteous images must be allow'd	B2
By all but some vile poets of the crowd	B2
But how should any sign post dauber know	V
The worth of Titian or of Angelo	V
Hard features every bungler can command	C
To draw true beauty shows a master's hand	C

John Dryden

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