On Sr Charles Porter The Chancellours Death Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFFAAFFGGBBHH IIIAAIIJJAAFAAKL| tis too true alass we find he's gonn | A |
| Virtue from earth a second time is flown | A |
| She onely then with her two sisters flew | B |
| But now since he what ere were good withdrew | B |
| Uncertain where to fix in him they lost their seat | C |
| had But Heaven as a sure retreat | C |
| He Held ye scales when Justice Hand did shake | D |
| When He youd think that wisdomes self did speak | E |
| He was with Honour blest with Honesty praise | F |
| ev'n Blest with all we could desire but dayes | F |
| those were much too few for he is gon | A |
| Not for himself but for ye world too soon | A |
| In him we found with him buried lies | F |
| What ever poets gave their deity's | F |
| Joves Brow Minervas learning Hermes tongue | G |
| Apollo's wisdom yeares his still seeming young | G |
| The same sweet temper he to all did shew | B |
| as his face his mind no wrinkle knew | B |
| He when with foes opprest was still ye same | H |
| Pittying forgave smiling overcame | H |
| this glorious sunn like Heavens was o're cast | I |
| By enymies as that By clouds opprest | I |
| That keepes his lookes compos'd this his breast | I |
| Both do in glory sett as both in glory reign | A |
| But this for ever that to rise again | A |
| Perfections here as to their centre flowd | I |
| He was tho great yet farr from being proud | I |
| Was gentle liberall tho modest free | J |
| Gold has allay nay ev'ry thing but he | J |
| yet is he tak'n away snatcht hence by heaven | A |
| as if it seemd to envy what 't had given | A |
| But when we've such a loss | F |
| How can ye planetts shine ye cloudes not melt to rain | A |
| But ev'ry thing their wonted course retain | A |
| Heav'n in our sorrow cannot have a share | K |
| We've lost a god on earth 't has got a saint a starr | L |
Thomas Parnell
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