Satyr V. Verse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCCDDEEFGG HHIIHHDDJJJIIJJKLLL IIIIIIIIIIHMHHHNN OPHQHRSIIITT UPHHHSSCCCNNVWIIXXHHThou soft Engager of my tender years | A |
Divertive verse now come ease my cares | B |
The Rake has wine the aged knave ye view | C |
Of what his death bed Charity will do | C |
to lay his cares mine are layd by you | C |
You give my mind when I unbend relief | D |
Raise ev'ry Joy lessen ev'ry grief | D |
Nor do I onely these thy comforts find | E |
thy comforts are diffusive to mankind | E |
The men of sense of buisness or of whims | F |
half witts or lovers ev'ry one sometimes | G |
Will toy away a vacant hour in rimes | G |
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they give all but lovers troubles ease | H |
the Muses fires the flames of love encrease | H |
Yet the fond fooles write more yn all ye rest | I |
as if they studyd to be more unblest | I |
of Moving things they speak in moving strains | H |
moan beg a cure of all their pains | H |
till at the last theyre workd to a belief | D |
that what they said has been their reall grief | D |
As strong as fate they call the chains they wear | J |
To starrs Angells ev'ry nymph compare | J |
Then think their chains as strong their nymphs as fair | J |
thus our loves more more the womens pride | I |
so the wounds deeper the cure denyd | I |
Long may you gentle souls your fetters wear | J |
if still you write upon ye pangs you bear | J |
Yet know that writing makes them more severe | K |
If Celia or Aminta scornfull grow | L |
On the great praises which your lines bestow | L |
Long may you feel them since you make ym so | L |
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Verse is on other subjects less unkind | I |
with its transports brightens up ye mind | I |
the Drunkards catch is half the rogues delight | I |
Where noise briskness do their charms unite | I |
The drawers calld ink paper brought | I |
so extempore the work is wrought | I |
While wine inspires they never stay for thought | I |
the Jolly words are roard in tunefull sound | I |
While the full bottles run the tables round | I |
Ecchoes from the Empty ones rebound | I |
Raisd to the Joyes above the cares of kings | H |
their singing makes ym drink their drinking sing | M |
O happy men if twere not for the curse | H |
of qualms repentance an empty purse | H |
but happy men at least for some few hours | H |
Who force the Muse to nothing else but rime | N |
when your sense is drownd sing off yr time | N |
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Verse has another powr on other men | O |
When the vexd thoughts by writing grow serene | P |
full of the spleen rage scorn to see | H |
the tide of vice folly run so high | Q |
some from the world retire to poetry | H |
when their pens what grieves their bosoms speak | R |
how honesty's a cully witt a rake | S |
fair Virtue beggerd beauty grown a baud | I |
Religion made a masque gold a God | I |
their breasts find ease by laying down their load | I |
so Prophetts usd inspird of old to swell | T |
when they spoke their Oracles grew well | T |
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For me who never have a drinker been | U |
Nor provd the witty forces of the spleen | P |
for me who be it chance or carelessness | H |
forgive me half the world when I confess | H |
have never been in love in all my dayes | H |
On other principles my pen I take | S |
for meer disintrested diversions sake | S |
I onely write as many lovers woo | C |
but just when I have nothing else to do | C |
then to please my self as well as you | C |
I seek no praise keep me safe from shame | N |
Not known to many unknown to fame | N |
I woud not blunty rail a folly down | V |
Nor with undecent rage on vices run | W |
Our master Horace wisely sung of old | I |
that satyrs better if it Jear then scold | I |
the Gall too much prevailing spoils the ink | X |
Nor woul I frett mankind but make ym think | X |
tis farr more human thus to show ye place | H |
Where you ly open then throw in ye pass | H |
Thomas Parnell
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