To My Dear Friend Mr Congreve, On His Comedy Called "the Double-dealer." Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Well then the promised hour is come at last	A
The present age of wit obscures the past	A
Strong were our sires and as they fought they writ	B
Conquering with force of arms and dint of wit	B
Theirs was the giant race before the flood	C
And thus when Charles return'd our empire stood	D
Like Janus he the stubborn soil manured	D
With rules of husbandry the rankness cured	D
Tamed us to manners when the stage was rude	D
And boisterous English wit with art endued	D
Our age was cultivated thus at length	E
But what we gain'd in skill we lost in strength	E
Our builders were with want of genius cursed	D
The second temple was not like the first	D
Till you the best Vitruvius come at length	E
Our beauties equal but excel our strength	E
Firm Doric pillars found your solid base	F
The fair Corinthian crowns the higher space	F
Thus all below is strength and all above is grace	F
In easy dialogue is Fletcher's praise	G
He moved the mind but had not power to raise	G
Great Jonson did by strength of judgment please	H
Yet doubling Fletcher's force he wants his ease	H
In differing talents both adorn'd their age	I
One for the study the other for the stage	I
But both to Congreve justly shall submit	D
One match'd in judgment both o'ermatch'd in wit	D
In him all beauties of this age we see	J
Etherege's courtship Southerne's purity	J
The satire wit and strength of manly Wycherly	K
All this in blooming youth you have achieved	D
Nor are your foil'd contemporaries grieved	D
So much the sweetness of your manners move	L
We cannot envy you because we love	M
Fabius might joy in Scipio when he saw	N
A beardless consul made against the law	N
And join his suffrage to the votes of Rome	O
Though he with Hannibal was overcome	P
Thus old Romano bow'd to Raphael's fame	Q
And scholar to the youth he taught became	Q
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O that your brows my laurel had sustain'd	D
Well had I been deposed if you had reign'd	D
The father had descended for the son	R
For only you are lineal to the throne	S
Thus when the state one Edward did depose	T
A greater Edward in his room arose	T
But now not I but poetry is cursed	D
For Tom the second reigns like Tom the first	D
But let them not mistake my patron's part	D
Nor call his charity their own desert	D
Yet this I prophesy Thou shalt be seen	U
Though with some short parenthesis between	U
High on the throne of wit and seated there	V
Not mine that's little but thy laurel wear	V
Thy first attempt an early promise made	D
That early promise this has more than paid	D
So bold yet so judiciously you dare	V
That your least praise is to be regular	W
Time place and action may with pains be wrought	D
But genius must be born and never can be taught	D
This is your portion this your native store	X
Heaven that but once was prodigal before	X
To Shakspeare gave as much she could not give him more	X
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Maintain your post that's all the fame you need	D
For 'tis impossible you should proceed	D
Already I am worn with cares and age	I
And just abandoning the ungrateful stage	I
Unprofitably kept at Heaven's expense	Y
I live a rent charge on his providence	Z
But you whom every muse and grace adorn	A2
Whom I foresee to better fortune born	A2
Be kind to my remains and O defend	D
Against your judgment your departed friend	D
Let not the insulting foe my fame pursue	B2
But shade those laurels which descend to you	B2
And take for tribute what these lines express	C2
You merit more nor could my love do less	C2

John Dryden

To My Dear Friend Mr Congreve, On His Comedy Called "the Double-dealer." Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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