An Epistle - Containing The Strange Medical Experience Of Karshish, The Arab Physician Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST UGGVGWGXYZA2B2C2D2GE 2B2YF2KG2H2I2J2YK2L2 GGGC2M2N2O2P2GB2Q2B2 B2G B2R2S2T2O2U2V2W2P2X2 GB2GP2Y2Z2O2 GGA3B3GUC3GGB2D3O2B2 GC3FGXC3W2E3D3C3B2F3 P2E3O2E3GG3H2P2UB3H3 I3O2GC3I3J3C3W2K3L3U E3M3O2JC3GGP2GC3C3XN 3C3B2P2XD2C3NC3Y2C3G GC3GC3C3GC3C3C3O3C3G GI3B2GGGVP3GC3GGQ3P2 R3UE3C3S3GGE3C3B2C3T 3C3C3B2C3U3C3V3C3B2G GGC3E3W3C3C3GX3C3P2Y 3C3B2C3Z3B2GGC3GW2GC 3A4B4C3B2C3P3C3GC3C4 D4GV3GGGE4C3C3C3C3 C3E4C3C3Z3UB2C3B2C3C 3G3E4GGF4C3C3B2M3C3C 3Z3C3E4G4GC3GC3UGGC3 B2C3H4C3GI4 C3J4B2GGB2C3C3C3M3C3 X3GB2GGC3GC3E4C3 K4GC3B2G4E4L4B2I4| Karshish the picker up of learning's crumbs | A |
| The not incurious in God's handiwork | B |
| This man's flesh he hath admirably made | C |
| Blown like a bubble kneaded like a paste | D |
| To coop up and keep down on earth a space | E |
| That puff of vapour from his mouth man's soul | F |
| To Abib all sagacious in our art | G |
| Breeder in me of what poor skill I boast | H |
| Like me inquisitive how pricks and cracks | I |
| Befall the flesh through too much stress and strain | J |
| Whereby the wily vapour fain would slip | K |
| Back and rejoin its source before the term | L |
| And aptest in contrivance under God | M |
| To baffle it by deftly stopping such | N |
| The vagrant Scholar to his Sage at home | O |
| Sends greeting health and knowledge fame with peace | P |
| Three samples of true snakestone rarer still | Q |
| One of the other sort the melon shaped | R |
| But fitter pounded fine for charms than drugs | S |
| And writeth now the twenty second time | T |
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| My journeyings were brought to Jericho | U |
| Thus I resume Who studious in our art | G |
| Shall count a little labour unrepaid | G |
| I have shed sweat enough left flesh and bone | V |
| On many a flinty furlong of this land | G |
| Also the country side is all on fire | W |
| With rumours of a marching hitherward | G |
| Some say Vespasian cometh some his son | X |
| A black lynx snarled and pricked a tufted ear | Y |
| Lust of my blood inflamed his yellow balls | Z |
| I cried and threw my staff and he was gone | A2 |
| Twice have the robbers stripped and beaten me | B2 |
| And once a town declared me for a spy | C2 |
| But at the end I reach Jerusalem | D2 |
| Since this poor covert where I pass the night | G |
| This Bethany lies scarce the distance thence | E2 |
| A man with plague sores at the third degree | B2 |
| Runs till he drops down dead Thou laughest here | Y |
| 'Sooth it elates me thus reposed and safe | F2 |
| To void the stuffing of my travel scrip | K |
| And share with thee whatever Jewry yields | G2 |
| A viscid choler is observable | H2 |
| In tertians I was nearly bold to say | I2 |
| And falling sickness hath a happier cure | J2 |
| Than our school wots of there's a spider here | Y |
| Weaves no web watches on the ledge of tombs | K2 |
| Sprinkled with mottles on an ash grey back | L2 |
| Take five and drop them but who knows his mind | G |
| The Syrian runagate I trust this to | G |
| His service payeth me a sublimate | G |
| Blown up his nose to help the ailing eye | C2 |
| Best wait I reach Jerusalem at morn | M2 |
| There set in order my experiences | N2 |
| Gather what most deserves and give thee all | O2 |
| Or I might add Judea's gum tragacanth | P2 |
| Scales off in purer flakes shines clearer grained | G |
| Cracks 'twixt the pestle and the porphyry | B2 |
| In fine exceeds our produce Scalp disease | Q2 |
| Confounds me crossing so with leprosy | B2 |
| Thou hadst admired one sort I gained at Zoar | B2 |
| But zeal outruns discretion Here I end | G |
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| Yet stay my Syrian blinketh gratefully | B2 |
| Protesteth his devotion is my price | R2 |
| Suppose I write what harms not though he steal | S2 |
| I half resolve to tell thee yet I blush | T2 |
| What set me off a writing first of all | O2 |
| An itch I had a sting to write a tang | U2 |
| For be it this town's barrenness or else | V2 |
| The Man had something in the look of him | W2 |
| His case has struck me far more than 'Tis worth | P2 |
| So pardon if lest presently I lose | X2 |
| In the great press of novelty at hand | G |
| The care and pains this somehow stole from me | B2 |
| I bid thee take the thing while fresh in mind | G |
| Almost in sight for wilt thou have the truth | P2 |
| The very man is gone from me but now | Y2 |
| Whose ailment is the subject of discourse | Z2 |
| Thus then and let thy better wit help all | O2 |
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| 'Tis but a case of mania subinduced | G |
| By epilepsy at the turning point | G |
| Of trance prolonged unduly some three days | A3 |
| When by the exhibition of some drug | B3 |
| Or spell exorcization stroke of art | G |
| Unknown to me and which 'twere well to know | U |
| The evil thing out breaking all at once | C3 |
| Left the man whole and sound of body indeed | G |
| But flinging so to speak life's gates too wide | G |
| Making a clear house of it too suddenly | B2 |
| The first conceit that entered might inscribe | D3 |
| Whatever it was minded on the wall | O2 |
| So plainly at that vantage as it were | B2 |
| First come first served that nothing subsequent | G |
| Attaineth to erase those fancy scrawls | C3 |
| The just returned and new established soul | F |
| Hath gotten now so thoroughly by heart | G |
| That henceforth she will read or these or none | X |
| And first the man's own firm conviction rests | C3 |
| That he was dead in fact they buried him | W2 |
| That he was dead and then restored to life | E3 |
| By a Nazarene physician of his tribe | D3 |
| 'Sayeth the same bade Rise and he did rise | C3 |
| Such cases are diurnal thou wilt cry | B2 |
| Not so this figment not that such a fume | F3 |
| Instead of giving way to time and health | P2 |
| Should eat itself into the life of life | E3 |
| As saffron tingeth flesh blood bones and all | O2 |
| For see how he takes up the after life | E3 |
| The man it is one Lazarus a Jew | G |
| Sanguine proportioned fifty years of age | G3 |
| The body's habit wholly laudable | H2 |
| As much indeed beyond the common health | P2 |
| As he were made and put aside to show | U |
| Think could we penetrate by any drug | B3 |
| And bathe the wearied soul and worried flesh | H3 |
| And bring it clear and fair by three days' sleep | I3 |
| Whence has the man the balm that brightens all | O2 |
| This grown man eyes the world now like a child | G |
| Some elders of his tribe I should premise | C3 |
| Led in their friend obedient as a sheep | I3 |
| To bear my inquisition While they spoke | J3 |
| Now sharply now with sorrow told the case | C3 |
| He listened not except I spoke to him | W2 |
| But folded his two hands and let them talk | K3 |
| Watching the flies that buzzed and yet no fool | L3 |
| And that's a sample how his years must go | U |
| Look if a beggar in fixed middle life | E3 |
| Should find a treasure can he use the same | M3 |
| With straitened habits and with tastes starved small | O2 |
| And take at once to his impoverished brain | J |
| The sudden element that changes things | C3 |
| That sets the undreamed of rapture at his hand | G |
| And puts the cheap old joy in the scorned dust | G |
| Is he not such an one as moves to mirth | P2 |
| Warily parsimonious when no need | G |
| Wasteful as drunkenness at undue times | C3 |
| All prudent counsel as to what befits | C3 |
| The golden mean is lost on such an one | X |
| The man's fantastic will is the man's law | N3 |
| So here we call the treasure knowledge say | C3 |
| Increased beyond the fleshly faculty | B2 |
| Heaven opened to a soul while yet on earth | P2 |
| Earth forced on a soul's use while seeing heaven | X |
| The man is witless of the size the sum | D2 |
| The value in proportion of all things | C3 |
| Or whether it be little or be much | N |
| Discourse to him of prodigious armaments | C3 |
| Assembled to besiege his city now | Y2 |
| And of the passing of a mule with gourds | C3 |
| 'Tis one Then take it on the other side | G |
| Speak of some trifling fact he will gaze rapt | G |
| With stupor at its very littleness | C3 |
| Far as I see as if in that indeed | G |
| He caught prodigious import whole results | C3 |
| And so will turn to us the bystanders | C3 |
| In ever the same stupor note this point | G |
| That we too see not with his opened eyes | C3 |
| Wonder and doubt come wrongly into play | C3 |
| Preposterously at cross purposes | C3 |
| Should his child sicken unto death why look | O3 |
| For scarce abatement of his cheerfulness | C3 |
| Or pretermission of the daily craft | G |
| While a word gesture glance from that same child | G |
| At play or in the school or laid asleep | I3 |
| Will startle him to an agony of fear | B2 |
| Exasperation just as like Demand | G |
| The reason why 'Tis but a word object | G |
| A gesture he regards thee as our lord | G |
| Who lived there in the pyramid alone | V |
| Looked at us dost thou mind when being young | P3 |
| We both would unadvisedly recite | G |
| Some charm's beginning from that book of his | C3 |
| Able to bid the sun throb wide and burst | G |
| All into stars as suns grown old are wont | G |
| Thou and the child have each a veil alike | Q3 |
| Thrown o'er your heads from under which ye both | P2 |
| Stretch your blind hands and trifle with a match | R3 |
| Over a mine of Greek fire did ye know | U |
| He holds on firmly to some thread of life | E3 |
| It is the life to lead perforcedly | C3 |
| Which runs across some vast distracting orb | S3 |
| Of glory on either side that meagre thread | G |
| Which conscious of he must not enter yet | G |
| The spiritual life around the earthly life | E3 |
| The law of that is known to him as this | C3 |
| His heart and brain move there his feet stay here | B2 |
| So is the man perplext with impulses | C3 |
| Sudden to start off crosswise not straight on | T3 |
| Proclaiming what is right and wrong across | C3 |
| And not along this black thread through the blaze | C3 |
| It should be baulked by here it cannot be | B2 |
| And oft the man's soul springs into his face | C3 |
| As if he saw again and heard again | U3 |
| His sage that bade him Rise and he did rise | C3 |
| Something a word a tick of the blood within | V3 |
| Admonishes then back he sinks at once | C3 |
| To ashes who was very fire before | B2 |
| In sedulous recurrence to his trade | G |
| Whereby he earneth him the daily bread | G |
| And studiously the humbler for that pride | G |
| Professedly the faultier that he knows | C3 |
| God's secret while he holds the thread of life | E3 |
| Indeed the especial marking of the man | W3 |
| Is prone submission to the heavenly will | C3 |
| Seeing it what it is and why it is | C3 |
| 'Sayeth he will wait patient to the last | G |
| For that same death which must restore his being | X3 |
| To equilibrium body loosening soul | C3 |
| Divorced even now by premature full growth | P2 |
| He will live nay it pleaseth him to live | Y3 |
| So long as God please and just how God please | C3 |
| He even seeketh not to please God more | B2 |
| Which meaneth otherwise than as God please | C3 |
| Hence I perceive not he affects to preach | Z3 |
| The doctrine of his sect whate'er it be | B2 |
| Make proselytes as madmen thirst to do | G |
| How can he give his neighbour the real ground | G |
| His own conviction Ardent as he is | C3 |
| Call his great truth a lie why still the old | G |
| Be it as God please reassureth him | W2 |
| I probed the sore as thy disciple should | G |
| How beast said I this stolid carelessness | C3 |
| Sufficeth thee when Rome is on her march | A4 |
| To stamp out like a little spark thy town | B4 |
| Thy tribe thy crazy tale and thee at once | C3 |
| He merely looked with his large eyes on me | B2 |
| The man is apathetic you deduce | C3 |
| Contrariwise he loves both old and young | P3 |
| Able and weak affects the very brutes | C3 |
| And birds how say I flowers of the field | G |
| As a wise workman recognizes tools | C3 |
| In a master's workshop loving what they make | C4 |
| Thus is the man as harmless as a lamb | D4 |
| Only impatient let him do his best | G |
| At ignorance and carelessness and sin | V3 |
| An indignation which is promptly curbed | G |
| As when in certain travels I have feigned | G |
| To be an ignoramus in our art | G |
| According to some preconceived design | E4 |
| And happed to hear the land's practitioners | C3 |
| Steeped in conceit sublimed by ignorance | C3 |
| Prattle fantastically on disease | C3 |
| Its cause and cure and I must hold my peace | C3 |
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| Thou wilt object why have I not ere this | C3 |
| Sought out the sage himself the Nazarene | E4 |
| Who wrought this cure inquiring at the source | C3 |
| Conferring with the frankness that befits | C3 |
| Alas it grieveth me the learned leech | Z3 |
| Perished in a tumult many years ago | U |
| Accused our learning's fate of wizardry | B2 |
| Rebellion to the setting up a rule | C3 |
| And creed prodigious as described to me | B2 |
| His death which happened when the earthquake fell | C3 |
| Prefiguring as soon appeared the loss | C3 |
| To occult learning in our lord the sage | G3 |
| Who lived there in the pyramid alone | E4 |
| Was wrought by the mad people that's their wont | G |
| On vain recourse as I conjecture it | G |
| To his tried virtue for miraculous help | F4 |
| How could he stop the earthquake That's their way | C3 |
| The other imputations must be lies | C3 |
| But take one though I loathe to give it thee | B2 |
| In mere respect for any good man's fame | M3 |
| And after all our patient Lazarus | C3 |
| Is stark mad should we count on what he says | C3 |
| Perhaps not though in writing to a leech | Z3 |
| 'Tis well to keep back nothing of a case | C3 |
| This man so cured regards the curer then | E4 |
| As God forgive me who but God himself | G4 |
| Creator and sustainer of the world | G |
| That came and dwelt in flesh on 't awhile | C3 |
| 'Sayeth that such an one was born and lived | G |
| Taught healed the sick broke bread at his own house | C3 |
| Then died with Lazarus by for aught I know | U |
| And yet was what I said nor choose repeat | G |
| And must have so avouched himself in fact | G |
| In hearing of this very Lazarus | C3 |
| Who saith but why all this of what he saith | B2 |
| Why write of trivial matters things of price | C3 |
| Calling at every moment for remark | H4 |
| I noticed on the margin of a pool | C3 |
| Blue flowering borage the Aleppo sort | G |
| Aboundeth very nitrous It is strange | I4 |
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| Thy pardon for this long and tedious case | C3 |
| Which now that I review it needs must seem | J4 |
| Unduly dwelt on prolixly set forth | B2 |
| Nor I myself discern in what is writ | G |
| Good cause for the peculiar interest | G |
| And awe indeed this man has touched me with | B2 |
| Perhaps the journey's end the weariness | C3 |
| Had wrought upon me first I met him thus | C3 |
| I crossed a ridge of short sharp broken hills | C3 |
| Like an old lion's cheek teeth Out there came | M3 |
| A moon made like a face with certain spots | C3 |
| Multiform manifold and menacing | X3 |
| Then a wind rose behind me So we met | G |
| In this old sleepy town at unaware | B2 |
| The man and I I send thee what is writ | G |
| Regard it as a chance a matter risked | G |
| To this ambiguous Syrian he may lose | C3 |
| Or steal or give it thee with equal good | G |
| Jerusalem's repose shall make amends | C3 |
| For time this letter wastes thy time and mine | E4 |
| Till when once more thy pardon and farewell | C3 |
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| The very God think Abib dost thou think | K4 |
| So the All Great were the All Loving too | G |
| So through the thunder comes a human voice | C3 |
| Saying O heart I made a heart beats here | B2 |
| Face my hands fashioned see it in myself | G4 |
| Thou hast no power nor mayst conceive of mine | E4 |
| But love I gave thee with myself to love | L4 |
| And thou must love me who have died for thee | B2 |
| The madman saith He said so it is strange | I4 |
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