Directions For Making A Birth-day Song Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Directions For Making A Birth-day Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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To form a just and finish'd piece	B
Take twenty gods of Rome or Greece	B
Whose godships are in chief request	C
And fit your present subject best	C
And should it be your hero's case	D
To have both male and female race	D
Your business must be to provide	E
A score of goddesses beside	E
Some call their monarchs sons of Saturn	F
For which they bring a modern pattern	F
Because they might have heard of one	G
Who often long'd to eat his son	G
But this I think will not go down	H
For here the father kept his crown	H
Why then appoint him son of Jove	I
Who met his mother in a grove	I
To this we freely shall consent	J
Well knowing what the poets meant	J
And in their sense 'twixt me and you	K
It may be literally true	K
Next as the laws of verse require	L
He must be greater than his sire	L
For Jove as every schoolboy knows	M
Was able Saturn to depose	M
And sure no Christian poet breathing	N
Would be more scrupulous than a Heathen	G
Or if to blasphemy it tends	O
That's but a trifle among friends	O
Your hero now another Mars is	P
Makes mighty armies turn their a s	Q
Behold his glittering falchion mow	R
Whole squadrons at a single blow	R
While Victory with wings outspread	J
Flies like an eagle o'er his head	J
His milk white steed upon its haunches	Q
Or pawing into dead men's paunches	Q
As Overton has drawn his sire	L
Still seen o'er many an alehouse fire	L
Then from his arm hoarse thunder rolls	Q
As loud as fifty mustard bowls	Q
For thunder still his arm supplies	Q
And lightning always in his eyes	Q
They both are cheap enough in conscience	Q
And serve to echo rattling nonsense	Q
The rumbling words march fierce along	S
Made trebly dreadful in your song	S
Sweet poet hired for birth day rhymes	Q
To sing of wars choose peaceful times	Q
What though for fifteen years and more	T
Janus has lock'd his temple door	T
Though not a coffeehouse we read in	U
Has mention'd arms on this side Sweden	G
Nor London Journals nor the Postmen	G
Though fond of warlike lies as most men	G
Thou still with battles stuff thy head full	V
For must thy hero not be dreadful	W
Dismissing Mars it next must follow	R
Your conqueror is become Apollo	R
That he's Apollo is as plain as	Q
That Robin Walpole is M cenas	Q
But that he struts and that he squints	Q
You'd know him by Apollo's prints	Q
Old Phoebus is but half as bright	J
For yours can shine both day and night	J
The first perhaps may once an age	X
Inspire you with poetic rage	X
Your Phoebus Royal every day	J
Not only can inspire but pay	J
Then make this new Apollo sit	J
Sole patron judge and god of wit	J
How from his altitude he stoops	Q
To raise up Virtue when she droops	Q
On Learning how his bounty flows	Q
And with what justice he bestows	Q
Fair Isis and ye banks of Cam	Y
Be witness if I tell a flam	Y
What prodigies in arts we drain	G
From both your streams in George's reign	G
As from the flowery bed of Nile	Z
But here's enough to show your style	Z
Broad innuendoes such as this	Q
If well applied can hardly miss	Q
For when you bring your song in print	J
He'll get it read and take the hint	J
It must be read before 'tis warbled	J
The paper gilt and cover marbled	J
And will be so much more your debtor	L
Because he never knew a letter	L
And as he hears his wit and sense	Q
To which he never made pretence	Q
Set out in hyperbolic strains	Q
A guinea shall reward your pains	Q
For patrons never pay so well	A2
As when they scarce have learn'd to spell	A2
Next call him Neptune with his trident	J
He rules the sea you see him ride in't	J
And if provoked he soundly firks his	Q
Rebellious waves with rods like Xerxes	Q
He would have seized the Spanish plate	J
Had not the fleet gone out too late	J
And in their very ports besiege them	B2
But that he would not disoblige them	B2
And make the rascals pay him dearly	J
For those affronts they give him yearly	J
'Tis not denied that when we write	J
Our ink is black our paper white	J
And when we scrawl our paper o'er	L
We blacken what was white before	T
I think this practice only fit	J
For dealers in satiric wit	J
But you some white lead ink must get	J
And write on paper black as jet	J
Your interest lies to learn the knack	C2
Of whitening what before was black	C2
Thus your encomium to be strong	S
Must be applied directly wrong	S
A tyrant for his mercy praise	Q
And crown a royal dunce with bays	Q
A squinting monkey load with charms	Q
And paint a coward fierce in arms	Q
Is he to avarice inclined	J
Extol him for his generous mind	J
And when we starve for want of corn	G
Come out with Amalthea's horn	G
For all experience this evinces	Q
The only art of pleasing princes	Q
For princes' love you should descant	J
On virtues which they know they want	J
One compliment I had forgot	J
But songsters must omit it not	J
I freely grant the thought is old	J
Why then your hero must be told	J
In him such virtues lie inherent	J
To qualify him God's vicegerent	J
That with no title to inherit	J
He must have been a king by merit	J
Yet be the fancy old or new	G
Tis partly false and partly true	G
And take it right it means no more	T
Than George and William claim'd before	T
Should some obscure inferior fellow	R
Like Julius or the youth of Pella	D2
When all your list of Gods is out	J
Presume to show his mortal snout	J
And as a Deity intrude	J
Because he had the world subdued	J
O let him not debase your thoughts	Q
Or name him but to tell his faults	Q
Of Gods I only quote the best	J
But you may hook in all the rest	J
Now birth day bard with joy proceed	J
To praise your empress and her breed	J
First of the first to vouch your lies	Q
Bring all the females of the skies	Q
The Graces and their mistress Venus	Q
Must venture down to entertain us	Q
With bended knees when they adore her	L
What dowdies they appear before her	L
Nor shall we think you talk at random	E2
For Venus might be her great grandam	E2
Six thousand years has lived the Goddess	Q
Your heroine hardly fifty odd is	Q
Besides your songsters oft have shown	G
That she has Graces of her own	G
Three Graces by Lucina brought her	L
Just three and every Grace a daughter	L
Here many a king his heart and crown	G
Shall at their snowy feet lay down	G
In royal robes they come by dozens	Q
To court their English German cousins	Q
Beside a pair of princely babies	Q
That five years hence will both be Hebes	Q
Now see her seated in her throne	G
With genuine lustre all her own	G
Poor Cynthia never shone so bright	J
Her splendour is but borrow'd light	J
And only with her brother linkt	J
Can shine without him is extinct	J
But Carolina shines the clearer	L
With neither spouse nor brother near her	L
And darts her beams o'er both our isles	Q
Though George is gone a thousand miles	Q
Thus Berecynthia takes her place	Q
Attended by her heavenly race	Q
And sees a son in every God	J
Unawed by Jove's all shaking nod	J
Now sing his little highness Freddy	J
Who struts like any king already	J
With so much beauty show me any maid	J
That could resist this charming Ganymede	J
Where majesty with sweetness vies	Q
And like his father early wise	Q
Then cut him out a world of work	F2
To conquer Spain and quell the Turk	F2
Foretel his empire crown'd with bays	Q
And golden times and halcyon days	Q
And swear his line shall rule the nation	G
For ever till the conflagration	G
But now it comes into my mind	J
We left a little duke behind	J
A Cupid in his face and size	Q
And only wants to want his eyes	Q
Make some provision for the younker	L
Find him a kingdom out to conquer	L
Prepare a fleet to waft him o'er	L
Make Gulliver his commodore	T
Into whose pocket valiant Willy put	J
Will soon subdue the realm of Lilliput	J
A skilful critic justly blames	Q
Hard tough crank guttural harsh stiff names	Q
The sense can ne'er be too jejune	G
But smooth your words to fit the tune	G
Hanover may do well enough	I
But George and Brunswick are too rough	I
Hesse Darmstadt makes a rugged sound	J
And Guelp the strongest ear will wound	J
In vain are all attempts from Germany	G
To find out proper words for harmony	G
And yet I must except the Rhine	G
Because it clinks to Caroline	G
Hail queen of Britain queen of rhymes	Q
Be sung ten hundred thousand times	Q
Too happy were the poets' crew	G
If their own happiness they knew	G
Three syllables did never meet	J
So soft so sliding and so sweet	J
Nine other tuneful words like that	J
Would prove even Homer's numbers flat	J
Behold three beauteous vowels stand	J
With bridegroom liquids hand in hand	J
In concord here for ever fix'd	J
No jarring consonant betwixt	J
May Caroline continue long	S
For ever fair and young in song	S
What though the royal carcass must	J
Squeezed in a coffin turn to dust	J
Those elements her name compose	Q
Like atoms are exempt from blows	Q
Though Caroline may fill your gaps	Q
Yet still you must consult your maps	Q
Find rivers with harmonious names	Q
Sabrina Medway and the Thames	Q
Britannia long will wear like steel	G2
But Albion's cliffs are out at heel	G2
And Patience can endure no more	T
To hear the Belgic lion roar	T
Give up the phrase of haughty Gaul	H2
But proud Iberia soundly maul	H2
Restore the ships by Philip taken	G
And make him crouch to save his bacon	G
Nassau who got the name of Glorious	Q
Because he never was victorious	Q
A hanger on has always been	G
For old acquaintance bring him in	G
To Walpole you might lend a line	G
But much I fear he's in decline	G
And if you chance to come too late	J
When he goes out you share his fate	J
And bear the new successor's frown	G
Or whom you once sang up sing down	G
Reject with scorn that stupid notion	G
To praise your hero for devotion	G
Nor entertain a thought so odd	J
That princes should believe in God	J
But follow the securest rule	I2
And turn it all to ridicule	I2
'Tis grown the choicest wit at court	J
And gives the maids of honour sport	J
For since they talk'd with Dr Clarke	J2
They now can venture in the dark	J2
That sound divine the truth has spoke all	H2
And pawn'd his word Hell is not local	W
This will not give them half the trouble	W
Of bargains sold or meanings double	W
Supposing now your song is done	G
To Mynheer Handel next you run	G
Who artfully will pare and prune	G
Your words to some Italian tune	G
Then print it in the largest letter	L
With capitals the more the better	L
Present it boldly on your knee	G
And take a guinea for your fee	G