To My Honoured Kinsman, John Dryden,[1] Of Chesterton, In The County Of Huntingdon, Esq. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DEFGHIIJJJ AAKKLLMNOO PPCQ RRRSS TUVVWWRR XYNNZZ A2A2B2B2C2C2D2D2E2E2 F2F2G2G2III H2H2I2I2 J2J2OOMMPPK2K2L2M2M2 N2O2P2P2 Q2R2S2S2R2R2R2R2 R2R2AAT2T2R2R2R2U2U2 V2V2R2R2W2W2J2J2RR N2N2R2R2RRR2R2R2R2R2 R2X2X2R2R2Y2Y2 Z2A3B3B3B3YX R2R2R2R2R2R2RR C3C3CQYXTTR2R2R2R2R2 R2 IICD3S2YX E3E3MMR2R2R2R2R2 RTR2R2 R2R2F3Z2R2R2 GHG3R2R2 H3H3R2R2MMA2A2R2R2R2 R2I3I3I3How bless'd is he who leads a country life | A |
Unvex'd with anxious cares and void of strife | A |
Who studying peace and shunning civil rage | B |
Enjoy'd his youth and now enjoys his age | B |
All who deserve his love he makes his own | C |
And to be loved himself needs only to be known | C |
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Just good and wise contending neighbours come | D |
From your award to wait their final doom | E |
And foes before return in friendship home | F |
Without their cost you terminate the cause | G |
And save the expense of long litigious laws | H |
Where suits are traversed and so little won | I |
That he who conquers is but last undone | I |
Such are not your decrees but so design'd | J |
The sanction leaves a lasting peace behind | J |
Like your own soul serene a pattern of your mind | J |
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Promoting concord and composing strife | A |
Lord of yourself uncumber'd with a wife | A |
Where for a year a month perhaps a night | K |
Long penitence succeeds a short delight | K |
Minds are so hardly match'd that even the first | L |
Though pair'd by Heaven in Paradise were cursed | L |
For man and woman though in one they grow | M |
Yet first or last return again to two | N |
He to God's image she to his was made | O |
So farther from the fount the stream at random stray'd | O |
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How could he stand when put to double pain | P |
He must a weaker than himself sustain | P |
Each might have stood perhaps but each alone | C |
Two wrestlers help to pull each other down | Q |
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Not that my verse would blemish all the fair | R |
But yet if some be bad 'tis wisdom to beware | R |
And better shun the bait than struggle in the snare | R |
Thus have you shunn'd and shun the married state | S |
Trusting as little as you can to fate | S |
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No porter guards the passage of your door | T |
To admit the wealthy and exclude the poor | U |
For God who gave the riches gave the heart | V |
To sanctify the whole by giving part | V |
Heaven who foresaw the will the means has wrought | W |
And to the second son a blessing brought | W |
The first begotten had his father's share | R |
But you like Jacob are Rebecca's heir | R |
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So may your stores and fruitful fields increase | X |
And ever be you bless'd who live to bless | Y |
As Ceres sow'd where'er her chariot flew | N |
As Heaven in deserts rain'd the bread of dew | N |
So free to many to relations most | Z |
You feed with manna your own Israel host | Z |
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With crowds attended of your ancient race | A2 |
You seek the champion sports or sylvan chase | A2 |
With well breath'd beagles you surround the wood | B2 |
Even then industrious of the common good | B2 |
And often have you brought the wily fox | C2 |
To suffer for the firstlings of the flocks | C2 |
Chased even amid the folds and made to bleed | D2 |
Like felons where they did the murderous deed | D2 |
This fiery game your active youth maintain'd | E2 |
Not yet by years extinguish'd though restrain'd | E2 |
You season still with sports your serious hours | F2 |
For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours | F2 |
The hare in pastures or in plains is found | G2 |
Emblem of human life who runs the round | G2 |
And after all his wandering ways are done | I |
His circle fills and ends where he begun | I |
Just as the setting meets the rising sun | I |
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Thus princes ease their cares but happier he | H2 |
Who seeks not pleasure through necessity | H2 |
Than such as once on slippery thrones were placed | I2 |
And chasing sigh to think themselves are chased | I2 |
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So lived our sires ere doctors learn'd to kill | J2 |
And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill | J2 |
The first physicians by debauch were made | O |
Excess began and sloth sustains the trade | O |
Pity the generous kind their cares bestow | M |
To search forbidden truths a sin to know | M |
To which if human science could attain | P |
The doom of death pronounced by God were vain | P |
In vain the leech would interpose delay | K2 |
Fate fastens first and vindicates the prey | K2 |
What help from art's endeavours can we have | L2 |
Gibbons but guesses nor is sure to save | M2 |
But Maurus sweeps whole parishes and peoples every grave | M2 |
And no more mercy to mankind will use | N2 |
Than when he robb'd and murder'd Maro's Muse | O2 |
Wouldst thou be soon despatch'd and perish whole | P2 |
Trust Maurus with thy life and Milbourn with thy soul | P2 |
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By chase our long lived fathers earn'd their food | Q2 |
Toil strung the nerves and purified the blood | R2 |
But we their sons a pamper'd race of men | S2 |
Are dwindled down to threescore years and ten | S2 |
Better to hunt in fields for health unbought | R2 |
Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught | R2 |
The wise for cure on exercise depend | R2 |
God never made his work for man to mend | R2 |
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The tree of knowledge once in Eden placed | R2 |
Was easy found but was forbid the taste | R2 |
Oh had our grandsire walk'd without his wife | A |
He first had sought the better plant of life | A |
Now both are lost yet wandering in the dark | T2 |
Physicians for the tree have found the bark | T2 |
They labouring for relief of human kind | R2 |
With sharpen'd sight some remedies may find | R2 |
The apothecary train is wholly blind | R2 |
From files a random recipe they take | U2 |
And many deaths of one prescription make | U2 |
Garth generous as his Muse prescribes and gives | V2 |
The shopman sells and by destruction lives | V2 |
Ungrateful tribe who like the viper's brood | R2 |
From medicine issuing suck their mother's blood | R2 |
Let these obey and let the learn'd prescribe | W2 |
That men may die without a double bribe | W2 |
Let them but under their superiors kill | J2 |
When doctors first have sign'd the bloody bill | J2 |
He 'scapes the best who nature to repair | R |
Draws physic from the fields in draughts of vital air | R |
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You hoard not health for your own private use | N2 |
But on the public spend the rich produce | N2 |
When often urged unwilling to be great | R2 |
Your country calls you from your loved retreat | R2 |
And sends to senates charged with common care | R |
Which none more shuns and none can better bear | R |
Where could they find another form'd so fit | R2 |
To poise with solid sense a sprightly wit | R2 |
Were these both wanting as they both abound | R2 |
Where could so firm integrity be found | R2 |
Well born and wealthy wanting no support | R2 |
You steer betwixt the country and the court | R2 |
Nor gratify whate'er the great desire | X2 |
Nor grudging give what public needs require | X2 |
Part must be left a fund when foes invade | R2 |
And part employ'd to roll the watery trade | R2 |
Even Canaan's happy land when worn with toil | Y2 |
Required a sabbath year to mend the meagre soil | Y2 |
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Good senators and such as you so give | Z2 |
That kings may be supplied the people thrive | A3 |
And he when want requires is truly wise | B3 |
Who slights not foreign aids nor over buys | B3 |
But on our native strength in time of need relies | B3 |
Munster was bought we boast not the success | Y |
Who fights for gain for greater makes his peace | X |
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Our foes compell'd by need have peace embraced | R2 |
The peace both parties want is like to last | R2 |
Which if secure securely we may trade | R2 |
Or not secure should never have been made | R2 |
Safe in ourselves while on ourselves we stand | R2 |
The sea is ours and that defends the land | R2 |
Be then the naval stores the nation's care | R |
New ships to build and batter'd to repair | R |
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Observe the war in every annual course | C3 |
What has been done was done with British force | C3 |
Namur subdued is England's palm alone | C |
The rest besieged but we constrain'd the town | Q |
We saw the event that follow'd our success | Y |
France though pretending arms pursued the peace | X |
Obliged by one sole treaty to restore | T |
What twenty years of war had won before | T |
Enough for Europe has our Albion fought | R2 |
Let us enjoy the peace our blood has bought | R2 |
When once the Persian king was put to flight | R2 |
The weary Macedons refused to fight | R2 |
Themselves their own mortality confess'd | R2 |
And left the son of Jove to quarrel for the rest | R2 |
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Even victors are by victories undone | I |
Thus Hannibal with foreign laurels won | I |
To Carthage was recall'd too late to keep his own | C |
While sore of battle while our wounds are green | D3 |
Why should we tempt the doubtful die again | S2 |
In wars renew'd uncertain of success | Y |
Sure of a share as umpires of the peace | X |
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A patriot both the king and country serves | E3 |
Prerogative and privilege preserves | E3 |
Of each our laws the certain limit show | M |
One must not ebb nor the other overflow | M |
Betwixt the prince and parliament we stand | R2 |
The barriers of the state on either hand | R2 |
May neither overflow for then they drown the land | R2 |
When both are full they feed our bless'd abode | R2 |
Like those that water'd once the paradise of God | R2 |
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Some overpoise of sway by turns they share | R |
In peace the people and the prince in war | T |
Consuls of moderate power in calms were made | R2 |
When the Gauls came one sole dictator sway'd | R2 |
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Patriots in peace assert the people's right | R2 |
With noble stubbornness resisting might | R2 |
No lawless mandates from the court receive | F3 |
Nor lend by force but in a body give | Z2 |
Such was your generous grandsire free to grant | R2 |
In parliaments that weigh'd their prince's want | R2 |
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But so tenacious of the common cause | G |
As not to lend the king against his laws | H |
And in a loathsome dungeon doom'd to lie | G3 |
In bonds retain'd his birthright liberty | R2 |
And shamed oppression till it set him free | R2 |
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O true descendant of a patriot line | H3 |
Who while thou shar'st their lustre lend'st them thine | H3 |
Vouchsafe this picture of thy soul to see | R2 |
'Tis so far good as it resembles thee | R2 |
The beauties to the original I owe | M |
Which when I miss my own defects I show | M |
Nor think the kindred Muses thy disgrace | A2 |
A poet is not born in every race | A2 |
Two of a house few ages can afford | R2 |
One to perform another to record | R2 |
Praiseworthy actions are by thee embraced | R2 |
And 'tis my praise to make thy praises last | R2 |
For even when death dissolves our human frame | I3 |
The soul returns to heaven from whence it came | I3 |
Earth keeps the body verse preserves the fame | I3 |
John Dryden
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