Book Iii - Part 04 - Folly Of The Fear Of Death Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Therefore death to us	A
Is nothing nor concerns us in the least	B
Since nature of mind is mortal evermore	C
And just as in the ages gone before	C
We felt no touch of ill when all sides round	D
To battle came the Carthaginian host	E
And the times shaken by tumultuous war	C
Under the aery coasts of arching heaven	F
Shuddered and trembled and all humankind	G
Doubted to which the empery should fall	H
By land and sea thus when we are no more	C
When comes that sundering of our body and soul	I
Through which we're fashioned to a single state	J
Verily naught to us us then no more	C
Can come to pass naught move our senses then	K
No not if earth confounded were with sea	L
And sea with heaven But if indeed do feel	M
The nature of mind and energy of soul	I
After their severance from this body of ours	N
Yet nothing 'tis to us who in the bonds	O
And wedlock of the soul and body live	P
Through which we're fashioned to a single state	J
And even if time collected after death	Q
The matter of our frames and set it all	H
Again in place as now and if again	K
To us the light of life were given O yet	R
That process too would not concern us aught	R
When once the self succession of our sense	S
Has been asunder broken And now and here	T
Little enough we're busied with the selves	U
We were aforetime nor concerning them	V
Suffer a sore distress For shouldst thou gaze	W
Backwards across all yesterdays of time	X
The immeasurable thinking how manifold	R
The motions of matter are then couldst thou well	Y
Credit this too often these very seeds	Z
From which we are to day of old were set	R
In the same order as they are to day	R
Yet this we can't to consciousness recall	H
Through the remembering mind For there hath been	A2
An interposed pause of life and wide	R
Have all the motions wandered everywhere	B2
From these our senses For if woe and ail	C2
Perchance are toward then the man to whom	D2
The bane can happen must himself be there	B2
At that same time But death precludeth this	E2
Forbidding life to him on whom might crowd	R
Such irk and care and granted 'tis to know	F2
Nothing for us there is to dread in death	Q
No wretchedness for him who is no more	C
The same estate as if ne'er born before	C
When death immortal hath ta'en the mortal life	G2
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Hence where thou seest a man to grieve because	H2
When dead he rots with body laid away	R
Or perishes in flames or jaws of beasts	I2
Know well he rings not true and that beneath	J2
Still works an unseen sting upon his heart	R
However he deny that he believes	K2
His shall be aught of feeling after death	Q
For he I fancy grants not what he says	L2
Nor what that presupposes and he fails	M2
To pluck himself with all his roots from life	G2
And cast that self away quite unawares	N2
Feigning that some remainder's left behind	R
For when in life one pictures to oneself	O2
His body dead by beasts and vultures torn	P2
He pities his state dividing not himself	O2
Therefrom removing not the self enough	Q2
From the body flung away imagining	R2
Himself that body and projecting there	B2
His own sense as he stands beside it hence	S
He grieves that he is mortal born nor marks	S2
That in true death there is no second self	O2
Alive and able to sorrow for self destroyed	R
Or stand lamenting that the self lies there	B2
Mangled or burning For if it an evil is	T2
Dead to be jerked about by jaw and fang	U2
Of the wild brutes I see not why 'twere not	R
Bitter to lie on fires and roast in flames	V2
Or suffocate in honey and reclined	R
On the smooth oblong of an icy slab	W2
Grow stiff in cold or sink with load of earth	X2
Down crushing from above	Y2
Thee now no more	C
The joyful house and best of wives shall welcome	Z2
Nor little sons run up to snatch their kisses	A3
And touch with silent happiness thy heart	R
Thou shalt not speed in undertakings more	C
Nor be the warder of thine own no more	C
Poor wretch they say one hostile hour hath ta'en	K
Wretchedly from thee all life's many guerdons	A3
But add not yet no longer unto thee	L
Remains a remnant of desire for them	V
If this they only well perceived with mind	R
And followed up with maxims they would free	L
Their state of man from anguish and from fear	B3
O even as here thou art aslumber in death	Q
So shalt thou slumber down the rest of time	X
Released from every harrying pang But we	L
We have bewept thee with insatiate woe	F2
Standing beside whilst on the awful pyre	C3
Thou wert made ashes and no day shall take	D3
For us the eternal sorrow from the breast	R
But ask the mourner what's the bitterness	A3
That man should waste in an eternal grief	E3
If after all the thing's but sleep and rest	R
For when the soul and frame together are sunk	F3
In slumber no one then demands his self	O2
Or being Well this sleep may be forever	C3
Without desire of any selfhood more	C
For all it matters unto us asleep	G3
Yet not at all do those primordial germs	A3
Roam round our members at that time afar	H3
From their own motions that produce our senses	A3
Since when he's startled from his sleep a man	I3
Collects his senses Death is then to us	A3
Much less if there can be a less than that	R
Which is itself a nothing for there comes	A3
Hard upon death a scattering more great	R
Of the throng of matter and no man wakes up	J3
On whom once falls the icy pause of life	G2
This too O often from the soul men say	A3
Along their couches holding of the cups	A3
With faces shaded by fresh wreaths awry	K3
Brief is this fruit of joy to paltry man	I3
Soon soon departed and thereafter no	F2
It may not be recalled As if forsooth	Q
It were their prime of evils in great death	Q
To parch poor tongues with thirst and arid drought	R
Or chafe for any lack	L3
Once more if Nature	C3
Should of a sudden send a voice abroad	R
And her own self inveigh against us so	F2
Mortal what hast thou of such grave concern	M3
That thou indulgest in too sickly plaints	F2
Why this bemoaning and beweeping death	Q
For if thy life aforetime and behind	R
To thee was grateful and not all thy good	R
Was heaped as in sieve to flow away	A3
And perish unavailingly why not	R
Even like a banqueter depart the halls	F2
Laden with life why not with mind content	R
Take now thou fool thy unafflicted rest	R
But if whatever thou enjoyed hath been	A2
Lavished and lost and life is now offence	F2
Why seekest more to add which in its turn	M3
Will perish foully and fall out in vain	N3
O why not rather make an end of life	G2
Of labour For all I may devise or find	R
To pleasure thee is nothing all things are	H3
The same forever Though not yet thy body	L
Wrinkles with years nor yet the frame exhausts	F2
Outworn still things abide the same even if	O3
Thou goest on to conquer all of time	X
With length of days yea if thou never diest	L
What were our answer but that Nature here	T
Urges just suit and in her words lays down	P3
True cause of action Yet should one complain	N3
Riper in years and elder and lament	L
Poor devil his death more sorely than is fit	L
Then would she not with greater right on him	Q3
Cry out inveighing with a voice more shrill	R3
Off with thy tears and choke thy whines buffoon	S3
Thou wrinklest after thou hast had the sum	Z2
Of the guerdons of life yet since thou cravest ever	C3
What's not at hand contemning present good	L
That life has slipped away unperfected	L
And unavailing unto thee And now	T3
Or ere thou guessed it death beside thy head	L
Stands and before thou canst be going home	U3
Sated and laden with the goodly feast	L
But now yield all that's alien to thine age	V3
Up with good grace make room for sons thou must	L
Justly I fancy would she reason thus	F2
Justly inveigh and gird since ever the old	L
Outcrowded by the new gives way and ever	C3
The one thing from the others is repaired	L
Nor no man is consigned to the abyss	F2
Of Tartarus the black For stuff must be	L
That thus the after generations grow	F2
Though these their life completed follow thee	L
And thus like thee are generations all	H
Already fallen or some time to fall	H
So one thing from another rises ever	C3
And in fee simple life is given to none	F
But unto all mere usufr	C3

Lucretius

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