The Enchanted Shirt. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC EFGF HIJI KLML NODO PQRQ STCT N UTVT WXYF ZA2BA2 B2C2D2C2 E2F2G2F2 H2I2J2I2 BBBB K2L2M2L2 B N2O2SO2 P2Q2C2Q2 BF2BF2

Fytte the First wherein it shall be shown how the Truth is too mighty a Drug for such as be of feeble temperA
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The King was sick His cheek was redB
And his eye was clear and brightC
He ate and drank with a kingly zestD
And peacefully snored at nightC
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But he said he was sick and a king should knowE
And doctors came by the scoreF
They did not cure him He cut off their headsG
And sent to the schools for moreF
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At last two famous doctors cameH
And one was as poor as a ratI
He had passed his life in studious toilJ
And never found time to grow fatI
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The other had never looked in a bookK
His patients gave him no troubleL
If they recovered they paid him wellM
If they died their heirs paid doubleL
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Together they looked at the royal tongueN
As the King on his couch reclinedO
In succession they thumped his august chestD
But no trace of disease could findO
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The old sage said You're as sound as a nutP
Hang him up roared the King in a galeQ
In a ten knot gale of royal rageR
The other leech grew a shade paleQ
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But he pensively rubbed his sagacious noseS
And thus his prescription ranT
The King will be well if he sleeps one nightC
In the Shirt of a Happy ManT
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Fytte the Second tells of the search for the Shirt and how it was nigh found but was not for reasons which are said or sungN
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Wide o'er the realm the couriers rodeU
And fast their horses ranT
And many they saw and to many they spokeV
But they found no Happy ManT
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They found poor men who would fain be richW
And rich who thought they were poorX
And men who twisted their waists in staysY
And women that shorthose woreF
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They saw two men by the roadside sitZ
And both bemoaned their lotA2
For one had buried his wife he saidB
And the other one had notA2
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At last they came to a village gateB2
A beggar lay whistling thereC2
He whistled and sang and laughed and rolledD2
On the grass in the soft June airC2
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The weary couriers paused and lookedE2
At the scamp so blithe and gayF2
And one of them said Heaven save you friendG2
You seem to be happy to dayF2
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O yes fair sirs the rascal laughedH2
And his voice rang free and gladI2
An idle man has so much to doJ2
That he never has time to be sadI2
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This is our man the courier saidB
Our luck has led us arightB
I will give you a hundred ducats friendB
For the loan of your shirt to nightB
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The merry blackguard lay back on the grassK2
And laughed till his face was blackL2
I would do it God wot and he roared with the funM2
But I haven't a shirt to my backL2
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Fytte the Third shewing how His Majesty the King came at last to sleep in a Happy Man his ShirtB
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Each day to the King the reports came inN2
Of his unsuccessful spiesO2
And the sad panorama of human woesS
Passed daily under his eyesO2
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And he grew ashamed of his useless lifeP2
And his maladies hatched in gloomQ2
He opened his windows and let the airC2
Of the free heaven into his roomQ2
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And out he went in the world and toiledB
In his own appointed wayF2
And the people blessed him the land was gladB
And the King was well and gayF2

John Milton Hay



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