Address, Spoken By Miss Fontenelle On Her Benefit Night. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABBCCDDEFGGHHH IIJKLLMN OOPPQQ RSTUVVWWXX BB| Still anxious to secure your partial favour | A |
| And not less anxious sure this night than ever | A |
| A Prologue Epilogue or some such matter | A |
| 'Twould vamp my bill said I if nothing better | A |
| So sought a Poet roosted near the skies | B |
| Told him I came to feast my curious eyes | B |
| Said nothing like his works was ever printed | C |
| And last my Prologue business slyly hinted | C |
| Ma'am let me tell you quoth my man of rhymes | D |
| I know your bent these are no laughing times | D |
| Can you but Miss I own I have my fears | E |
| Dissolve in pause and sentimental tears | F |
| With laden sighs and solemn rounded sentence | G |
| Rouse from his sluggish slumbers fell Repentance | G |
| Paint Vengeance as he takes his horrid stand | H |
| Waving on high the desolating brand | H |
| Calling the storms to bear him o'er a guilty land | H |
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| I could no more askance the creature eyeing | I |
| D'ye think said I this face was made for crying | I |
| I'll laugh that's poz nay more the world shall know it | J |
| And so your servant gloomy Master Poet | K |
| Firm as my creed Sirs 'tis my fix'd belief | L |
| That Misery's another word for Grief | L |
| I also think so may I be a bride | M |
| That so much laughter so much life enjoy'd | N |
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| Thou man of crazy care and ceaseless sigh | O |
| Still under bleak Misfortune's blasting eye | O |
| Doom'd to that sorest task of man alive | P |
| To make three guineas do the work of five | P |
| Laugh in Misfortune's face the beldam witch | Q |
| Say you'll be merry tho' you can't be rich | Q |
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| Thou other man of care the wretch in love | R |
| Who long with jiltish arts and airs hast strove | S |
| Who us the boughs all temptingly project | T |
| Measur'st in desperate thought a rope thy neck | U |
| Or where the beetling cliff o'erhangs the deep | V |
| Peerest to meditate the healing leap | V |
| Would'st thou be cur'd thou silly moping elf | W |
| Laugh at their follies laugh e'en at thyself | W |
| Learn to despise those frowns now so terrific | X |
| And love a kinder that's your grand specific | X |
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| To sum up all be merry I advise | B |
| And as we're merry may we still be wise | B |
Robert Burns
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