Epilogue To The 'good Natur'd Man' Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFGGHFIIJJKF IILLMMIIIINNOOAs puffing quacks some caitiff wretch procure | A |
To swear the pill or drop has wrought a cure | A |
Thus on the stage our play wrights still depend | B |
For Epilogues and Prologues on some friend | B |
Who knows each art of coaxing up the town | C |
And make full many a bitter pill go down | C |
Conscious of this our bard has gone about | D |
And teas'd each rhyming friend to help him out | D |
'An Epilogue things can't go on without it | E |
It could not fail would you but set about it ' | F |
'Young man ' cries one a bard laid up in clover | G |
'Alas young man my writing days are over | G |
Let boys play tricks and kick the straw not I | H |
Your brother Doctor there perhaps may try ' | F |
'What I dear Sir ' the Doctor interposes | I |
'What plant my thistle Sir among his roses | I |
No no I've other contests to maintain | J |
To night I head our troops at Warwick Lane | J |
Go ask your manager ' 'Who me Your pardon | K |
Those things are not our forte at Covent Garden ' | F |
Our Author's friends thus plac'd at happy distance | I |
Give him good words indeed but no assistance | I |
As some unhappy wight at some new play | L |
At the Pit door stands elbowing a way | L |
While oft with many a smile and many a shrug | M |
He eyes the centre where his friends sit snug | M |
His simp'ring friends with pleasure in their eyes | I |
Sink as he sinks and as he rises rise | I |
He nods they nod he cringes they grimace | I |
But not a soul will budge to give him place | I |
Since then unhelp'd our bard must now conform | N |
'To 'bide the pelting of this pitiless storm' | N |
Blame where you must be candid where you can | O |
And be each critic the 'Good Natur'd Man' | O |
Oliver Goldsmith
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