At A Vacation Exercise In The Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. The Latin Speeches Ended, The Eng Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ IIKKLIBBBBMMIIMNBBII IIBBBBMMMMEMIIMMOP QBB RSENMMTUIIVWBBMMXXII YYXXZZIIEEMM A2B2 A2A2BBC2D2EEB2B2

Hail native Language that by sinews weakA
Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speakA
And mad'st imperfect words with childish trippsB
Half unpronounc't slide through my infant lippsB
Driving dum silence from the portal doreC
Where he had mutely sate two years beforeC
Here I salute thee and thy pardon askD
That now I use thee in my latter taskD
Small loss it is that thence can come unto theeE
I know my tongue but little Grace can do theeE
Thou needst not be ambitious to be firstF
Believe me I have thither packt the worstF
And if it happen as I did forecastG
The daintest dishes shall be serv'd up lastG
I pray thee then deny me not thy aideH
For this same small neglect that I have madeH
But haste thee strait to do me once a PleasureI
And from thy wardrope bring thy chiefest treasureI
Not those new fangled toys and triming slightJ
Which takes our late fantasticks with delightJ
But cull those richest Robes and gay'st attireI
Which deepest Spirits and choicest Wits desireI
I have some naked thoughts that rove aboutK
And loudly knock to have their passage outK
And wearie of their place do only stayL
Till thou hast deck't them in thy best arayI
That so they may without suspect or fearsB
Fly swiftly to this fair Assembly's earsB
Yet I had rather if I were to chuseB
Thy service in some graver subject useB
Such as may make thee search thy coffers roundM
Before thou cloath my fancy in fit soundM
Such where the deep transported mind may scareI
Above the wheeling poles and at Heav'ns doreI
Look in and see each blissful DeitieM
How he before the thunderous throne doth lieN
Listening to what unshorn Apollo singsB
To th'touch of golden wires while Hebe bringsB
Immortal Nectar to her Kingly SireI
Then passing through the Spherse of watchful fireI
And mistie Regions of wide air next underI
And hills of Snow and lofts of piled ThunderI
May tell at length how green ey'd Neptune ravesB
In Heav'ns defiance mustering all his wavesB
Then sing of secret things that came to passB
When Beldam Nature in her cradle wasB
And last of Kings and Queens and Hero's oldM
Such as the wise Demodocus once toldM
In solemn Songs at King Alcinous feastM
While sad Ulisses soul and all the restM
Are held with his melodious harmonieE
In willing chains and sweet captivitieM
But fie my wandring Muse how thou dost strayI
Expectance calls thee now another wayI
Thou know'st it must he now thy only bentM
To keep in compass of thy PredicamentM
Then quick about thy purpos'd business comeO
That to the next I may resign my RoomeP
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Then Ens is represented as Father of the Predicaments his tenQ
Sons whereof the Eldest stood for Substance with his CanonsB
which Ens thus speaking explainsB
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Good luck befriend thee Son for at thy birthR
The Faiery Ladies daunc't upon the hearthS
Thy drowsie Nurse hath sworn she did them spieE
Come tripping to the Room where thou didst lieN
And sweetly singing round about thy BedM
Strew all their blessings on thy sleeping HeadM
She heard them give thee this that thou should'st stillT
From eyes of mortals walk invisibleU
Yet there is something that doth force my fearI
For once it was my dismal hap to hearI
A Sybil old bow bent with crooked ageV
That far events full wisely could presageW
And in Times long and dark Prospective GlassB
Fore saw what future dayes should bring to passB
Your Son said she nor can you it preventM
Shall subject be to many an AccidentM
O're all his Brethren he shall Reign as KingX
Yet every one shall make him underlingX
And those that cannot live from him asunderI
Ungratefully shall strive to keep him underI
In worth and excellence he shall out go themY
Yet being above them he shall be below themY
From others he shall stand in need of nothingX
Yet on his Brothers shall depend for CloathingX
To find a Foe it shall not be his hapZ
And peace shall lull him in her flowry lapZ
Yet shall he live in strife and at his doreI
Devouring war shall never cease to roareI
Yea it shall be his natural propertyE
To harbour those that are at enmityE
What power what force what mighty spell if notM
Your learned hands can loose this Gordian knotM
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The next Quantity and Quality spake in Prose then RelationA2
was call'd by his NameB2
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Rivers arise whether thou be the SonA2
Of utmost Tweed or Oose or gulphie DunA2
Or Trent who like some earth born Giant spreadsB
His thirty Armes along the indented MeadsB
Or sullen Mole that runneth underneathC2
Or Severn swift guilty of Maidens deathD2
Or Rockie Avon or of Sedgie LeeE
Or Coaly Tine or antient hallowed DeeE
Or Humber loud that keeps the Scythians NameB2
Or Medway smooth or Royal Towred ThameB2

John Milton



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