To The Right Honourable The Countess Dowager Of Devonshire, On A Piece Of Wiessen's Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDCDEEDDDDFFFGGH IJJKLDDMMDDNNDDDOPQR RRQRDDSSTTDDUVUDDWW

Wiessen and nature held a long contestA
If she created or he painted bestA
With pleasing thought the wondrous combat grewB
She still form'd fairer he still liker drewB
In these seven brethren they contended lastC
With art increased their utmost skill they triedD
And both well pleased they had themselves surpass'dC
The goddess triumph'd and the painter diedD
That both their skill to this vast height did raiseE
Be ours the wonder and be yours the praiseE
For here as in some glass is well descriedD
Only yourself thus often multiply'dD
When heaven had you and gracious Anna madeD
What more exalted beauty could it addD
Having no nobler images in storeF
It but kept up to these nor could do moreF
Than copy well what it had framed beforeF
If in dear Burghley's generous face we seeG
Obliging truth and handsome honestyG
With all that world of charms which soon will moveH
Reverence in men and in the fair ones loveI
His every grace his fair descent assuresJ
He has his mother's beauty she has yoursJ
If every Cecil's face had every charmK
That thought can fancy or that heaven can formL
Their beauties all become your beauty's dueD
They are all fair because they're all like youD
If every Ca'ndish great and charming lookM
From you that air from you the charms they tookM
In their each limb your image is exprestD
But on their brow firm courage stands confestD
There their great father by a strong increaseN
Adds strength to beauty and completes the pieceN
Thus still your beauty in your sons we viewD
Wiessen seven times one great perfection drewD
Whoever sat the picture still is youD
So when the parent sun with genial beamsO
Has animated many goodly gemsP
He sees himself improved while every stoneQ
With a resembling light reflects a sunR
So when great Rhea many births had givenR
Such as might govern earth and people heavenR
Her glory grew diffused and fuller knownQ
She saw the Deity in every sonR
And to what god soe'er men altars raisedD
Honouring the offspring they the mother praisedD
In short lived charms let others place their joysS
Which sickness blasts and certain age destroysS
Your stronger beauty time can ne'er defaceT
'Tis still renew'd and stamp'd in all your raceT
Ah Wiessen had thy art been so refinedD
As with their beauty to have drawn their mindD
Through circling years thy labours would surviveU
And living rules to fairest virtue giveV
To men unborn and ages yet to liveU
T'would still be wonderful and still be newD
Against what time or spite or fate could doD
Till thine confused with nature's pieces lieW
And Ca'ndish's name and Cecil's honour dieW

Matthew Prior



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