The Mice. A Tale - To Mr. Adrian Drift Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGHI JJKKCCLLMNOOPPQPRSTT UUVA WWTT DWWXXYYZA2B2B2C2D2E2 E2TTF2G2AAF2F2WWH2I2 TTJ2VWK2K2L2L2L2L2L2 L2M2N2 O2O2AP2TTL2L2Q2R2S2S 2T2AD2C2L2L2A2A2TTL2 L2AATTWWA2A2 L2L2L2L2AATT| Two mice dear boy of genteel fashion | A |
| And what is more good education | A |
| Frolic and gay in infant years | B |
| Equally shared their parents' cares | C |
| The sire of these two babes poor creature | D |
| Paid his last debt to human nature | D |
| A wealthy widow left behind | E |
| Four babes three male one female kind | E |
| The sire being under ground and buried | F |
| 'Twas thought his spouse would soon have married | F |
| Matches proposed and numerous suitors | G |
| Most tender husbands careful tutors | G |
| She modestly refused and show'd | H |
| She'd be a mother to her brood | I |
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| Mother dear mother that endearing thought | J |
| Has thousand and ten thousand fancies brought | J |
| Tell me oh tell me thou art now above | K |
| How to describe thy true maternal love | K |
| Thy early pangs thy growing anxious cares | C |
| Thy flattering hopes thy fervant pious prayers | C |
| Thy doleful days and melancholy nights | L |
| Cloister'd from common joys and just delights | L |
| How didst thou constantly in private mourn | M |
| And wash with daily tears thy spouse's urn | N |
| How it employ'd your thought and lucid time | O |
| That your young offspring might to honour climb | O |
| How your first care by numerous griefs oppress'd | P |
| Under the burden sunk and went to rest | P |
| How your dear darling by consumption's waste | Q |
| Breath'd her last piety into your breast | P |
| How you alas tired with your pilgrimage | R |
| Bow'd down your head and died in good old age | S |
| Though not inspired oh may I never be | T |
| Forgetful of my pedigree or thee | T |
| Ungrateful howsoe'er may'nt I forget | U |
| To pay this small yet tributary debt | U |
| And when we meet at God's tribunal throne | V |
| Own me I pray thee for a pious son | A |
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| But why all this Is this your fable | W |
| Believe me Matt it seems a bauble | W |
| If you will let me know th' intent on't | T |
| Go to your mice and make an end on't | T |
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| Well then dear brother | D |
| As sure as Hudi's sword could swaddle | W |
| Two mice were brought up in one cradle | W |
| Well bred I think of equal port | X |
| One for the gown one for the court | X |
| They parted did they so an't please you | Y |
| Yes that they did dear Sir to ease you | Y |
| One went to Holland where they huff folk | Z |
| Th' other to vent his wares in Suffolk | A2 |
| That mice have travell'd in old times | B2 |
| Horace and Prior tell in rhymes | B2 |
| Those two great wonders of their ages | C2 |
| Superior far to all the sages | D2 |
| Many days past and many a night | E2 |
| Ere they could gain each other's sight | E2 |
| At last in weather cold nor sultry | T |
| They met at the Three Cranes in Poultry | T |
| After much fuss and great grimace | F2 |
| Usual you know in such a case | G2 |
| Much chat arose what had been done | A |
| What might before next summer's sun | A |
| Much said of France of Suffolk's goodness | F2 |
| The gentry's loyalty mob's rudeness | F2 |
| That ended o'er a charming bottle | W |
| They enter'd on this tittle tattle | W |
| Quoth Suffolk by pre eminence | H2 |
| In years though God knows not in sense | I2 |
| All's gone dear brother only we | T |
| Remain to raise posterity | T |
| Marry you brother I'll go down | J2 |
| Sell nouns and verbs and lie alone | V |
| May you ne'er meet with feuds or babble | W |
| Somewhat I'll save and for this end | K2 |
| To prove a brother and a friend | K2 |
| What I propose is just I swear it | L2 |
| Or may I perish by this claret | L2 |
| The dice are thrown choose this or that | L2 |
| 'Tis all alike to honest Matt | L2 |
| I'll take then the contrary part | L2 |
| And propagate with all my heart | L2 |
| After some thought some Portuguese | M2 |
| Some wine the younger thus replies | N2 |
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| Fair are your words as fair your carriage | O2 |
| Let me be free drudge you in marriage | O2 |
| Get me a boy call'd Adrian | A |
| Trust me I'll do for't what I can | P2 |
| Home went well pleased the Suffolk Tony | T |
| Heart free from care as purse from money | T |
| Resolving full to please his taudy | L2 |
| He got a spouse and jerk'd her body | L2 |
| At last when teeming time was come | Q2 |
| Out came her burden from her womb | R2 |
| It proved a lusty squalling boy | S2 |
| Doubtless the dad's and mammy's joy | S2 |
| In short to make things square and even | T2 |
| Adrian he named was Dick Stephen | A |
| Matt's debt thus paid he now enlarges | D2 |
| And sends you in a bill of charges | C2 |
| A cradle brother and a basket | L2 |
| Granted as soon as e'er I ask'd it | L2 |
| A coat not of the smallest scantling | A2 |
| Frocks stockings shoes to grace the bantling | A2 |
| These too were sent or I'm no drubber | T |
| Nay add to these the fine gum rubber | T |
| Yet these wont do send th' other coat | L2 |
| For faith the first's not worth a groat | L2 |
| Dismally shrunk as herrings shotten | A |
| Supposed originally rotten | A |
| Pray let the next be each way longer | T |
| Of stuff more durable and stronger | T |
| Send it next week if you are able | W |
| By this time Sir you know the fable | W |
| From this and letters of the same make | A2 |
| You'll find what 'tis to have a namesake | A2 |
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| Cold and hard times Sir here believe it | L2 |
| I've lost my curate too and grieve it | L2 |
| At Easter for what I can see | L2 |
| A time of ease and vacancy | L2 |
| If things but alter and not undone | A |
| I'll kiss your hand and visit London | A |
| Molly sends greeting so do I Sir | T |
| Send a good coat that's all good bye Sir | T |
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