The World Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABBCDEBFFGGAAAAHH IIJKGLAAMMAAHHAANNOO PPPPJJQRAAAASSTTUVPP WWXXAAPPYYPPAAAAPPPP PPZZPPA2A2PPAALAB2B2Wee falsely think it due unto our friends | A |
That we should grieve for their too early ends | A |
He that surveys the world with serious eys | A |
And stripps Her from her grosse and weak disguise | A |
Shall find 'tis injury to mourn their fate | B |
He only dy's untimely who dy's Late | B |
For if 'twere told to children in the womb | C |
To what a stage of mischief they must come | D |
Could they foresee with how much toile and sweat | E |
Men court that Guilded nothing being Great | B |
What paines they take not to be what they seem | F |
Rating their blisse by others false esteem | F |
And sacrificing their content to be | G |
Guilty of grave and serious Vanity | G |
How each condition hath its proper Thorns | A |
And what one man admires another Scorns | A |
How frequently their happiness they misse | A |
And so farre from agreeing what it is | A |
That the same Person we can hardly find | H |
Who is an houre together in a mind | H |
Sure they would beg a period of their breath | I |
And what we call their birth would count their Death | I |
Mankind is mad for none can live alone | J |
Because their joys stand by comparison | K |
And yet they quarrell at Society | G |
And strive to kill they know not whom nor why | L |
We all live by mistake delight in Dreames | A |
Lost to ourselves and dwelling in extreames | A |
Rejecting what we have though ne're so good | M |
And prizing what we never understood | M |
compar'd to our boystrous inconstancy | A |
Tempests are calme and discords harmony | A |
Hence we reverse the world and yet do find | H |
The God that made can hardly please our mind | H |
We live by chance and slip into Events | A |
Have all of Beasts except their Innocence | A |
The soule which no man's pow'r can reach a thing | N |
That makes each women Man each man a King | N |
Doth so much loose and from its height so fall | O |
That some content to have no Soule at all | O |
Tis either not observ'd or at the best | P |
By passion fought withall by sin deprest | P |
Freedome of will god's image is forgot | P |
And if we know it we improve it not | P |
Our thoughts thou nothing can be more our own | J |
Are still unguided verry seldom known | J |
Time 'scapes our hands as water in a Sieve | Q |
We come to dy ere we begin to Live | R |
Truth the most suitable and noble Prize | A |
Food of our spirits yet neglected ly's | A |
Errours and shaddows ar our choice and we | A |
Ow our perdition to our Own decree | A |
If we search Truth we make it more obscure | S |
And when it shines we can't the Light endure | S |
For most men who plod on and eat and drink | T |
Have nothing less their business then to think | T |
And those few that enquire how small a share | U |
Of Truth they fine how dark their notions are | V |
That serious evenness that calmes the Brest | P |
And in a Tempest can bestow a rest | P |
We either not attempt or elce sic decline | W |
By every triffle snatch'd from our design | W |
Others he must in his deceits involve | X |
Who is not true unto his own resolve | X |
We govern not our selves but loose the reins | A |
Courting our bondage to a thousand chains | A |
And with as man slaverys content | P |
As there are Tyrants ready to Torment | P |
We live upon a Rack extended still | Y |
To one extreme or both but always ill | Y |
For since our fortune is not understood | P |
We suffer less from bad then from the good | P |
The sting is better drest and longer lasts | A |
As surfeits are more dangerous than fasts | A |
And to compleat the misery to us | A |
We see extreames are still contiguous | A |
And as we run so fast from what we hate | P |
Like Squibs on ropes to know no middle state | P |
So outward storms strengthen'd by us we find | P |
Our fortune as disordred as our mind | P |
But that's excus'd by this it doth its part | P |
A treacherous world befits a treacherous heart | P |
All ill's our own the outward storms we loath | Z |
Receive from us their birth or sting or both | Z |
And that our Vanity be past a doubt | P |
'Tis one new vanity to find it out | P |
Happy are they to whom god gives a Grave | A2 |
And from themselves as from his wrath doeth save | A2 |
'Tis good not to be born but if we must | P |
The next good is soone to return to Dust | P |
When th'uncag'd soule fled to Eternity | A |
Shall rest and live and sing and love and See | A |
Here we but crawle and grope and play and cry | L |
Are first our own then others Enemy | A |
But there shall be defac'd both stain and score | B2 |
For time and Death and sin shall be no more | B2 |
Katherine Philips
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