To Master William Ieffreys, Chaplaine To The Lord Ambassadour In Spaine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFAGHHHHBBII IIIIJJIIHHHHIIKBEDII BBHHHHKLHHDIMMIINNHH OIPPPPHHPPNNIIMMHHHH IIHHMOMMIIMMHHHHNNHH MMDDDDHHHHHHPPMMDHMy noble friend you challenge me to write | A |
To you in verse and often you recite | A |
My promise to you and to send you newes | B |
As 'tis a thing I very seldome vse | B |
And I must write of State if to Madrid | C |
A thing our Proclamations here forbid | C |
And that word State such Latitude doth beare | D |
As it may make me very well to feare | D |
To write nay speake at all these let you know | E |
Your power on me yet not that I will showe | F |
The loue I beare you in that lofty height | A |
So cleere expression or such words of weight | G |
As into Spanish if they were translated | H |
Might make the Poets of that Realme amated | H |
Yet these my least were but that you extort | H |
These numbers from me when I should report | H |
In home spunne prose in good plaine honest words | B |
The newes our wofull England vs affords | B |
The Muses here sit sad and mute the while | I |
A sort of swine vnseasonably defile | I |
Those sacred springs which from the by clift hill | I |
Dropt their pure Nectar into euery quill | I |
In this with State I hope I doe not deale | I |
This onely tends the Muses common weale | I |
What canst thou hope or looke for from his pen | J |
Who liues with beasts though in the shapes of men | J |
And what a poore few are we honest still | I |
And dare to be so when all the world is ill | I |
I finde this age of our markt with this Fate | H |
That honest men are still precipitate | H |
Vnder base villaines which till th' earth can vent | H |
This her last brood and wholly hath them spent | H |
Shall be so then in reuolution shall | I |
Vertue againe arise by vices fall | I |
But that shall I not see neither will I | K |
Maintaine this as one doth a Prophesie | B |
That our King Iames to Rome shall surely goe | E |
And from his chaire the Pope shall ouerthrow | D |
But O this world is so giuen vp to hell | I |
That as the old Giants which did once rebell | I |
Against the Gods so this now liuing race | B |
Dare sin yet stand and Ieere heauen in the face | B |
But soft my Muse and make a little stay | H |
Surely thou art not rightly in thy way | H |
To my good Ieffrayes was not I about | H |
To write and see I suddainely am out | H |
This is pure Satire that thou speak'st and I | K |
Was first in hand to write an Elegie | L |
To tell my countreys shame I not delight | H |
But doe bemoane 't I am no Democrite | H |
O God though Vertue mightily doe grieue | D |
For all this world yet will I not beleeue | I |
But that shees faire and louely and that she | M |
So to the period of the world shall be | M |
Else had she beene forsaken sure of all | I |
For that so many sundry mischiefes fall | I |
Vpon her dayly and so many take | N |
Armes vp against her as it well might make | N |
Her to forsake her nature and behind | H |
To leaue no step for future time to find | H |
As she had neuer beene for he that now | O |
Can doe her most disgrace him they alow | I |
The times chiefe Champion and he is the man | P |
The prize and Palme that absolutely wanne | P |
For where Kings Clossets her free seat hath bin | P |
She neere the Lodge not suffered is to Inne | P |
For ignorance against her stands in state | H |
Like some great porter at a Pallace gate | H |
So dull and barbarous lately are we growne | P |
And there are some this slauery that haue sowne | P |
That for mans knowledge it enough doth make | N |
If he can learne to read an Almanacke | N |
By whom that trash of Amadis de Gaule | I |
Is held an author most authenticall | I |
And things we haue like Noblemen that be | M |
In little time which I haue hope to see | M |
Vpon their foot clothes as the streets they ride | H |
To haue their hornebookes at their girdles ti'd | H |
But all their superfluity of spite | H |
On vertues hand maid Poesy doth light | H |
And to extirpe her all their plots they lay | I |
But to her ruine they shall misse the way | I |
For his alone the Monuments of wit | H |
Aboue the rage of Tyrants that doe sit | H |
And from their strength not one himselfe can saue | M |
But they shall tryumph o'r his hated graue | O |
In my conceipt friend thou didst neuer see | M |
A righter Madman then thou hast of me | M |
For now as Elegiack I bewaile | I |
These poor base times then suddainely I raile | I |
And am Satirick not that I inforce | M |
My selfe to be so but euen as remorse | M |
Or hate in the proud fulnesse of their hight | H |
Master my fancy iust so doe I write | H |
But gentle friend as soone shall I behold | H |
That stone of which so many haue vs tould | H |
Yet neuer any to this day could make | N |
The great Elixar or to vndertake | N |
The Rose crosse knowledge which is much like that | H |
A Tarrying iron for fooles to labour at | H |
As euer after I may hope to see | M |
A plague vpon this beastly world for me | M |
Wit so respected as it was of yore | D |
And if hereafter any it restore | D |
It must be those that yet for many a yeare | D |
Shall be vnborne that must inhabit here | D |
And such in vertue as shall be asham'd | H |
Almost to heare their ignorant Grandsires nam'd | H |
With whom so many noble spirits then liu'd | H |
That were by them of all reward depriu'd | H |
My noble friend I would I might haue quit | H |
This age of these and that I might haue writ | H |
Before all other how much the braue pen | P |
Had here bin honoured of the English men | P |
Goodnesse and knowledge held by them in prise | M |
How hatefull to them Ignorance and vice | M |
But it falls out the contrary is true | D |
And so my Ieffreyes for this time adue | H |
Michael Drayton
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