Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDEE FFGGHHIIJJHHHHJJKKJJ JJEELMIIJJIINNEEJJOO JJPPJJJJOJHHEEJJJJJJ JJOO HHJJJJOOEEOOQQJJRRST FFHHOOUVJJOOQQQQEEOO JJWWJJQQXXOOOOIIEEJJ JIIIYZIIJHJJHHEEQQOO JEIIEEEEOOEEJJEEJJOO JJJJQQJJOOJJJJIIEEEE JJII JJEEJJQQEIOOQQQQJJOO OOHHJJEEJJ| THE ARGUMENT | A |
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| Sir Hudibras his passing worth | B |
| The manner how he sallied forth | C |
| His arms and equipage are shown | D |
| His horse's virtues and his own | D |
| Th' adventure of the bear and fiddle | E |
| Is sung but breaks off in the middle | E |
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| When civil dudgeon a first grew high | F |
| And men fell out they knew not why | F |
| When hard words jealousies and fears | G |
| Set folks together by the ears | G |
| And made them fight like mad or drunk | H |
| For Dame Religion as for punk | H |
| Whose honesty they all durst swear for | I |
| Though not a man of them knew wherefore | I |
| When Gospel Trumpeter surrounded | J |
| With long ear'd rout to battle sounded | J |
| And pulpit drum ecclesiastick | H |
| Was beat with fist instead of a stick | H |
| Then did Sir Knight abandon dwelling | H |
| And out he rode a colonelling | H |
| A wight he was whose very sight wou'd | J |
| Entitle him Mirror of Knighthood | J |
| That never bent his stubborn knee | K |
| To any thing but Chivalry | K |
| Nor put up blow but that which laid | J |
| Right worshipful on shoulder blade | J |
| Chief of domestic knights and errant | J |
| Either for cartel or for warrant | J |
| Great on the bench great in the saddle | E |
| That could as well bind o'er as swaddle | E |
| Mighty he was at both of these | L |
| And styl'd of war as well as peace | M |
| So some rats of amphibious nature | I |
| Are either for the land or water | I |
| But here our authors make a doubt | J |
| Whether he were more wise or stout | J |
| Some hold the one and some the other | I |
| But howsoe'er they make a pother | I |
| The diff'rence was so small his brain | N |
| Outweigh'd his rage but half a grain | N |
| Which made some take him for a tool | E |
| That knaves do work with call'd a fool | E |
| And offer to lay wagers that | J |
| As MONTAIGNE playing with his cat | J |
| Complains she thought him but an ass | O |
| Much more she wou'd Sir HUDIBRAS | O |
| For that's the name our valiant knight | J |
| To all his challenges did write | J |
| But they're mistaken very much | P |
| 'Tis plain enough he was no such | P |
| We grant although he had much wit | J |
| H' was very shy of using it | J |
| As being loth to wear it out | J |
| And therefore bore it not about | J |
| Unless on holy days or so | O |
| As men their best apparel do | J |
| Beside 'tis known he could speak GREEK | H |
| As naturally as pigs squeek | H |
| That LATIN was no more difficile | E |
| Than to a blackbird 'tis to whistle | E |
| Being rich in both he never scanted | J |
| His bounty unto such as wanted | J |
| But much of either would afford | J |
| To many that had not one word | J |
| For Hebrew roots although they're found | J |
| To flourish most in barren ground | J |
| He had such plenty as suffic'd | J |
| To make some think him circumcis'd | J |
| And truly so he was perhaps | O |
| Not as a proselyte but for claps | O |
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| He was in LOGIC a great critic | H |
| Profoundly skill'd in analytic | H |
| He could distinguish and divide | J |
| A hair 'twixt south and south west side | J |
| On either which he would dispute | J |
| Confute change hands and still confute | J |
| He'd undertake to prove by force | O |
| Of argument a man's no horse | O |
| He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl | E |
| And that a lord may be an owl | E |
| A calf an alderman a goose a justice | O |
| And rooks Committee men and Trustees | O |
| He'd run in debt by disputation | Q |
| And pay with ratiocination | Q |
| All this by syllogism true | J |
| In mood and figure he would do | J |
| For RHETORIC he could not ope | R |
| His mouth but out there flew a trope | R |
| And when he happen'd to break off | S |
| I' th' middle of his speech or cough | T |
| H' had hard words ready to show why | F |
| And tell what rules he did it by | F |
| Else when with greatest art he spoke | H |
| You'd think he talk'd like other folk | H |
| For all a rhetorician's rules | O |
| Teach nothing but to name his tools | O |
| His ordinary rate of speech | U |
| In loftiness of sound was rich | V |
| A Babylonish fdialect | J |
| Which learned pedants much affect | J |
| It was a parti colour'd dress | O |
| Of patch'd and pie bald languages | O |
| 'Twas English cut on Greek and Latin | Q |
| Like fustian heretofore on satin | Q |
| It had an odd promiscuous tone | Q |
| As if h' had talk'd three parts in one | Q |
| Which made some think when he did gabble | E |
| Th' had heard three labourers of Babel | E |
| Or CERBERUS himself pronounce | O |
| A leash of languages at once | O |
| This he as volubly would vent | J |
| As if his stock would ne'er be spent | J |
| And truly to support that charge | W |
| He had supplies as vast and large | W |
| For he cou'd coin or counterfeit | J |
| New words with little or no wit | J |
| Words so debas'd and hard no stone | Q |
| Was hard enough to touch them on | Q |
| And when with hasty noise he spoke 'em | X |
| The ignorant for current took 'em | X |
| That had the orator who once | O |
| Did fill his mouth with pebble stones | O |
| When he harangu'd but known his phrase | O |
| He would have us'd no other ways | O |
| In MATHEMATICKS he was greater | I |
| Than TYCHO BRAHE or ERRA PATER | I |
| For he by geometric scale | E |
| Could take the size of pots of ale | E |
| Resolve by sines and tangents straight | J |
| If bread or butter wanted weight | J |
| And wisely tell what hour o' th' day | J |
| The clock does strike by algebra | I |
| Beside he was a shrewd PHILOSOPHER | I |
| And had read ev'ry text and gloss over | I |
| Whate'er the crabbed'st author hath | Y |
| He understood b' implicit faith | Z |
| Whatever sceptic could inquire for | I |
| For ev'ry why he had a wherefore | I |
| Knew more than forty of them do | J |
| As far as words and terms cou'd go | H |
| All which he understood by rote | J |
| And as occasion serv'd would quote | J |
| No matter whether right or wrong | H |
| They might be either said or sung | H |
| His notions fitted things so well | E |
| That which was which he could not tell | E |
| But oftentimes mistook th' one | Q |
| For th' other as great clerks have done | Q |
| He could reduce all things to acts | O |
| And knew their natures by abstracts | O |
| Where entity and quiddity | J |
| The ghosts of defunct bodies fly | E |
| Where truth in person does appear | I |
| Like words congeal'd in northern air | I |
| He knew what's what and that's as high | E |
| As metaphysic wit can fly | E |
| In school divinity as able | E |
| As he that hight Irrefragable | E |
| A second THOMAS or at once | O |
| To name them all another DUNCE | O |
| Profound in all the Nominal | E |
| And Real ways beyond them all | E |
| For he a rope of sand cou'd twist | J |
| As tough as learned SORBONIST | J |
| And weave fine cobwebs fit for skull | E |
| That's empty when the moon is full | E |
| Such as take lodgings in a head | J |
| That's to be let unfurnished | J |
| He could raise scruples dark and nice | O |
| And after solve 'em in a trice | O |
| As if Divinity had catch'd | J |
| The itch on purpose to be scratch'd | J |
| Or like a mountebank did wound | J |
| And stab herself with doubts profound | J |
| Only to show with how small pain | Q |
| The sores of Faith are cur'd again | Q |
| Although by woeful proof we find | J |
| They always leave a scar behind | J |
| He knew the seat of Paradise | O |
| Could tell in what degree it lies | O |
| And as he was dispos'd could prove it | J |
| Below the moon or else above it | J |
| What Adam dreamt of when his bride | J |
| Came from her closet in his side | J |
| Whether the devil tempted her | I |
| By a High Dutch interpreter | I |
| If either of them had a navel | E |
| Who first made music malleable | E |
| Whether the serpent at the fall | E |
| Had cloven feet or none at all | E |
| All this without a gloss or comment | J |
| He could unriddle in a moment | J |
| In proper terms such as men smatter | I |
| When they throw out and miss the matter | I |
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| For his Religion it was fit | J |
| To match his learning and his wit | J |
| 'Twas Presbyterian true blue | E |
| For he was of that stubborn crew | E |
| Of errant saints whom all men grant | J |
| To be the true Church Militant | J |
| Such as do build their faith upon | Q |
| The holy text of pike and gun | Q |
| Decide all controversies by | E |
| Infallible artillery | I |
| And prove their doctrine orthodox | O |
| By apostolic blows and knocks | O |
| Call fire and sword and desolation | Q |
| A godly thorough reformation | Q |
| Which always must be carried on | Q |
| And still be doing never done | Q |
| As if religion were intended | J |
| For nothing else but to be mended | J |
| A sect whose chief devotion lies | O |
| In odd perverse antipathies | O |
| In falling out with that or this | O |
| And finding somewhat still amiss | O |
| More peevish cross and splenetick | H |
| Than dog distract or monkey sick | H |
| That with more care keep holy day | J |
| The wrong than others the right way | J |
| Compound for sins they are inclin'd to | E |
| By damning those they have no mind to | E |
| Still so perverse and opposite | J |
| As if they worshipp'd God for spite | J |
Samuel Butler
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