The Pack-horse And The Carrier Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC DDEEFF GGHHIIJKLL EEMMNNOOPPQQAARR FFEESS TTUU GGVVWWXXYYZZA2A2ZZAB 2C2C2 A2A2ZZZZZZZZWW

To a Young NoblemanA
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Begin my lord in early youthB
To bear with nay encourage truthB
And blame me not for disrespectC
That I the flatterer's style rejectC
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Let Virtue be your first pursuitD
Is not the tree known by its fruitD
Set your great ancestry in viewE
Honour the title from them dueE
Assert that you are nobly bornF
Viewing ignoble things with scornF
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My lord your ancestry had notG
The wealth and heirlooms you have gotG
Yet was their conscience aye their ownH
Nor ever pandered to the throneH
With hands by no corruption stainedI
They ministerial bribes disdainedI
They served the Crown upheld the lawsJ
And bore at heart their country's causeK
So did your sires adorn their nameL
And raised the title unto fameL
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My lord 'tis not permitted youE
To do what humbler men may doE
You may not be a dunce your postM
Is foremost and before the hostM
You may not serve a private endN
To jobs you may not condescendN
As from obscurity exemptO
So are you open to contemptO
Your name alone descends by birthP
Your fame is consequent on worthP
Nor deem a coronet can hideQ
Folly or overweening prideQ
Learning by toil and study wonA
Was ne'er entailed from sire to sonA
If you degenerate from your raceR
Its merit heightens your disgraceR
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A carrier at night and mornF
Watched while his horses ate their cornF
It sunk the ostler's vales 'tis trueE
But then his horses got their dueE
It were as well in some like casesS
If Ministers watched over placesS
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And as he stood the manger mindingT
And heard the teeth continue grindingT
There was a racket for a pack horseU
Foamed at the mouth and was in rack hoarseU
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Why zounds he cried where have I gotG
Is then my high descent forgotG
Must I endure the vile attacksV
Of carriers' drudges common hacksV
May Roan and Dobbin poke their nosesW
In cribs where my great nose reposesW
Good gracious me why here's old BallX
No longer sacred is the stallX
I see Democracy and DevilY
Will soon put all upon one levelY
We have not been of race of Could wouldZ
At Epsom Newmarket and GoodwoodZ
Nor by Dame Truth I vow and pledge herA2
Are we unknown at the St LegerA2
Unnumbered are our triumphs toldZ
Unnumbered are the cups we holdZ
Unnumbered are our laurels wonA
And am I to be put uponB2
By carrier nags of low degreeC2
O Fortune do not let it beC2
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You stupid blockhead said the carrierA2
'Twixt you and us there is no barrierA2
Your headstrong youth and wilful heartZ
Reduced you to a servile partZ
And every carrier on the roadZ
Avers your oats are ill bestowedZ
But know that you do not inheritZ
From dam or sire any meritZ
We give your ancestors their dueZ
But any ass is good as youZ
As you are asinine and crassW
So do we treat you as an assW

John Gay



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