The Snayl Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDDEEFF GGHHIIJJ KKLLMM EENEOGPPQQ DDRPSTUUVVWWRR MMXMEEEEYYMMZZEE| Wise emblem of our politick world | A |
| Sage Snayl within thine own self curl'd | A |
| Instruct me softly to make hast | B |
| Whilst these my feet go slowly fast | B |
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| Compendious Snayl thou seem'st to me | C |
| Large Euclid's strict epitome | C |
| And in each diagram dost fling | D |
| Thee from the point unto the ring | D |
| A figure now trianglare | E |
| An oval now and now a square | E |
| And then a serpentine dost crawl | F |
| Now a straight line now crook'd now all | F |
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| Preventing rival of the day | G |
| Th' art up and openest thy ray | G |
| And ere the morn cradles the moon | H |
| Th' art broke into a beauteous noon | H |
| Then when the Sun sups in the deep | I |
| Thy silver horns e're Cinthia's peep | I |
| And thou from thine own liquid bed | J |
| New Phoebus heav'st thy pleasant head | J |
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| Who shall a name for thee create | K |
| Deep riddle of mysterious state | K |
| Bold Nature that gives common birth | L |
| To all products of seas and earth | L |
| Of thee as earth quakes is afraid | M |
| Nor will thy dire deliv'ry aid | M |
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| Thou thine own daughter then and sire | E |
| That son and mother art intire | E |
| That big still with thy self dost go | N |
| And liv'st an aged embrio | E |
| That like the cubbs of India | O |
| Thou from thy self a while dost play | G |
| But frighted with a dog or gun | P |
| In thine own belly thou dost run | P |
| And as thy house was thine own womb | Q |
| So thine own womb concludes thy tomb | Q |
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| But now I must analys'd king | D |
| Thy oeconomick virtues sing | D |
| Thou great stay'd husband still within | R |
| Thou thee that's thine dost discipline | P |
| And when thou art to progress bent | S |
| Thou mov'st thy self and tenement | T |
| As warlike Scythians travayl'd you | U |
| Remove your men and city too | U |
| Then after a sad dearth and rain | V |
| Thou scatterest thy silver train | V |
| And when the trees grow nak'd and old | W |
| Thou cloathest them with cloth of gold | W |
| Which from thy bowels thou dost spin | R |
| And draw from the rich mines within | R |
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| Now hast thou chang'd thee saint and made | M |
| Thy self a fane that's cupula'd | M |
| And in thy wreathed cloister thou | X |
| Walkest thine own gray fryer too | M |
| Strickt and lock'd up th'art hood all ore | E |
| And ne'r eliminat'st thy dore | E |
| On sallads thou dost feed severe | E |
| And 'stead of beads thou drop'st a tear | E |
| And when to rest each calls the bell | Y |
| Thou sleep'st within thy marble cell | Y |
| Where in dark contemplation plac'd | M |
| The sweets of Nature thou dost tast | M |
| Who now with time thy days resolve | Z |
| And in a jelly thee dissolve | Z |
| Like a shot star which doth repair | E |
| Upward and rarifie the air | E |
Richard Lovelace
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