The Task. Book Ii. The Timepiece Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Oh for a lodge in some vast wildernessA
Some boundless contiguity of shadeB
Where rumour of oppression and deceitC
Of unsuccessful or successful warD
Might never reach me more My ear is painedE
My soul is sick with every day's reportF
Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filledG
There is no flesh in man's obdurate heartH
It does not feel for man The natural bondI
Of brotherhood is severed as the flaxJ
That falls asunder at the touch of fireK
He finds his fellow guilty of a skinL
Not coloured like his own and having powerK
To enforce the wrong for such a worthy causeM
Dooms and devotes him as his lawful preyN
Lands intersected by a narrow frithO
Abhor each other Mountains interposedI
Make enemies of nations who had elseP
Like kindred drops been mingled into oneQ
Thus man devotes his brother and destroysR
And worse than all and most to be deploredI
As human nature's broadest foulest blotI
Chains him and tasks him and exacts his sweatI
With stripes that mercy with a bleeding heartI
Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beastI
Then what is man And what man seeing thisS
And having human feelings does not blushT
And hang his head to think himself a manU
I would not have a slave to till my groundI
To carry me to fan me while I sleepV
And tremble when I wake for all the wealthW
That sinews bought and sold have ever earnedI
No dear as freedom is and in my heart'sX
Just estimation prized above all priceY
I had much rather be myself the slaveZ
And wear the bonds than fasten them on himA2
We have no slaves at home then why abroadI
And they themselves once ferried o'er the waveZ
That parts us are emancipate and loosedI
Slaves cannot breathe in England if their lungsB2
Receive our air that moment they are freeC2
They touch our country and their shackles fallD2
That's noble and bespeaks a nation proudI
And jealous of the blessing Spread it thenE2
And let it circulate through every veinF2
Of all your empire that where Britain's powerK
Is felt mankind may feel her mercy tooI
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Sure there is need of social intercourseG2
Benevolence and peace and mutual aidI
Between the nations in a world that seemsH2
To toll the death bell to its own deceaseI2
And by the voice of all its elementsJ2
To preach the general doom When were the windsK2
Let slip with such a warrant to destroyL2
When did the waves so haughtily o'erleapV
Their ancient barriers deluging the dryM2
Fires from beneath and meteors from aboveN2
Portentous unexampled unexplainedI
Have kindled beacons in the skies and the oldI
And crazy earth has had her shaking fitsO2
More frequent and foregone her usual restI
Is it a time to wrangle when the propsP2
And pillars of our planet seem to failQ2
And nature with a dim and sickly eyeM2
To wait the close of all But grant her endI
More distant and that prophecy demandsR2
A longer respite unaccomplished yetI
Still they are frowning signals and bespeakS2
Displeasure in His breast who smites the earthT2
Or heals it makes it languish or rejoiceU2
And 'tis but seemly that where all deserveV2
And stand exposed by common peccancyU2
To what no few have felt there should be peaceU2
And brethren in calamity should loveN2
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Alas for Sicily rude fragments nowW2
Lie scattered where the shapely column stoodI
Her palaces are dust In all her streetsU2
The voice of singing and the sprightly chordI
Are silent Revelry and dance and showX2
Suffer a syncope and solemn pauseU2
While God performs upon the trembling stageY2
Of His own works His dreadful part aloneZ2
How does the earth receive Him With what signsU2
Of gratulation and delight her KingA3
Pours she not all her choicest fruits abroadI
Her sweetest flowers her aromatic gumsU2
Disclosing paradise where'er He treadsU2
She quakes at His approach Her hollow wombB3
Conceiving thunders through a thousand deepsU2
And fiery caverns roars beneath His footI
The hills move lightly and the mountains smokeC3
For He has touched them From the extremest pointI
Of elevation down into the abyssU2
His wrath is busy and His frown is feltI
The rocks fall headlong and the valleys riseU2
The rivers die into offensive poolsU2
And charged with putrid verdure breathe a grossU2
And mortal nuisance into all the airD3
What solid was by transformation strangeE3
Grows fluid and the fixed and rooted earthT2
Tormented into billows heaves and swellsU2
Or with vortiginous and hideous whirlF3
Sucks down its prey insatiable ImmenseU2
The tumult and the overthrow the pangsU2
And agonies of human and of bruteI
Multitudes fugitive on every sideI
And fugitive in vain The sylvan sceneG3
Migrates uplifted and with all its soilH3
Alighting in far distant fields finds outI
A new possessor and survives the changeE3
Ocean has caught the frenzy and upwroughtI
To an enormous and o'erbearing heightI
Not by a mighty wind but by that voiceU2
Which winds and waves obey invades the shoreD
Resistless Never such a sudden floodI
Upridged so high and sent on such a chargeI3
Possessed an inland scene Where now the throngJ3
That pressed the beach and hasty to departI
Looked to the sea for safety They are goneK3
Gone with the refluent wave into the deepV
A prince with half his people Ancient towersU2
And roofs embattled high the gloomy scenesU2
Where beauty oft and lettered worth consumeB3
Life in the unproductive shades of deathL3
Fall prone the pale inhabitants come forthM3
And happy in their unforeseen releaseU2
From all the rigours of restraint enjoyL2
The terrors of the day that sets them freeC2
Who then that has thee would not hold thee fastI
Freedom whom they that lose thee so regretI
That even a judgment making way for theeC2
Seems in their eyes a mercy for thy sakeN3
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Such evil sin hath wrought and such a flameO3
Kindled in heaven that it burns down to earthT2
And in the furious inquest that it makesU2
On God's behalf lays waste His fairest worksU2
The very elements though each be meantI
The minister of man to serve his wantsU2
Conspire against him With his breath he drawsU2
A plague into his blood and cannot useU2
Life's necessary means but he must dieI
Storms rise to o'erwhelm him or if stormy windsU2
Rise not the waters of the deep shall riseU2
And needing none assistance of the stormP3
Shall roll themselves ashore and reach him thereD3
The earth shall shake him out of all his holdsU2
Or make his house his grave nor so contentI
Shall counterfeit the motions of the floodI
And drown him in her dry and dusty gulfsU2
What then were they the wicked above allD2
And we the righteous whose fast anchored isleQ3
Moved not while theirs was rocked like a light skiffR3
The sport of every wave No none are clearS3
And none than we more guilty But where allD2
Stand chargeable with guilt and to the shaftsU2
Of wrath obnoxious God may choose His markT3
May punish if He please the less to warnU3
The more malignant If He spared not themV3
Tremble and be amazed at thine escapeV
Far guiltier England lest He spare not theeC2
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Happy the man who sees a God employedI
In all the good and ill that chequer lifeW3
Resolving all events with their effectsU2
And manifold results into the willX3
And arbitration wise of the SupremeY3
Did not His eye rule all things and intendI
The least of our concerns since from the leastI
The greatest oft originate could chanceU2
Find place in His dominion or disposeU2
One lawless particle to thwart His planU
Then God might be surprised and unforeseenG3
Contingence might alarm Him and disturbZ3
The smooth and equal course of His affairsU2
This truth philosophy though eagle eyedI
In nature's tendencies oft overlooksU2
And having found His instrument forgetsU2
Or disregards or more presumptuous stillX3
Denies the power that wields it God proclaimsU2
His hot displeasure against foolish menE2
That live an Atheist life involves the heavenQ
In tempests quits His grasp upon the windsU2
And gives them all their fury bids a plagueA4
Kindle a fiery boil upon the skinL
And putrefy the breath of blooming healthW
He calls for Famine and the meagre fiendI
Blows mildew from between his shrivelled lipsU2
And taints the golden ear He springs His minesU2
And desolates a nation at a blastI
Forth steps the spruce philosopher and tellsU2
Of homogeneal and discordant springsU2
And principles of causes how they workB4
By necessary laws their sure effectsU2
Of action and reaction He has foundI
The source of the disease that nature feelsU2
And bids the world take heart and banish fearS3
Thou fool will thy discovery of the causeU2
Suspend the effect or heal it Has not GodI
Still wrought by means since first He made the worldI
And did He not of old employ His meansU2
To drown it What is His creation lessU2
Than a capacious reservoir of meansU2
Formed for His use and ready at His willX3
Go dress thine eyes with eye salve ask of HimA2
Or ask of whomsoever He has taughtI
And learn though late the genuine cause of allD2
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England with all thy faults I love thee stillX3
My country and while yet a nook is leftI
Where English minds and manners may be foundI
Shall be constrained to love thee Though thy climeA2
Be fickle and thy year most part deformedI
With dripping rains or withered by a frostI
I would not yet exchange thy sullen skiesU2
And fields without a flower for warmer FranceU2
With all her vines nor for Ausonia's grovesU2
Of golden fruitage and her myrtle bowersU2
To shake thy senate and from heights sublimeA2
Of patriot eloquence to flash down fireK
Upon thy foes was never meant my taskC4
But I can feel thy fortune and partakeN3
Thy joys and sorrows with as true a heartI
As any thunderer there And I can feelD4
Thy follies too and with a just disdainF2
Frown at effeminates whose very looksU2
Reflect dishonour on the land I loveN2
How in the name of soldiership and senseU2
Should England prosper when such things as smoothE4
And tender as a girl all essenced o'erK
With odours and as profligate as sweetI
Who sell their laurel for a myrtle wreathF4
And love when they should fight when such as theseU2
Presume to lay their hand upon the arkT3
Of her magnificent and awful causeU2
Time was when it was praise and boast enoughG4
In every clime and travel where we mightI
That we were born her children Praise enoughG4
To fill the ambition of a private manU
That Chatham's language was his mother tongueH4
And Wolfe's great name compatriot with his ownZ2
Farewell those honours and farewell with themA2
The hope of such hereafter They have fallenQ
Each in his field of glory one in armsU2
And one in council Wolfe upon the lapV
Of smiling victory that moment wonQ
And Chatham heart sick of his country's shameA2
They made us many soldiers Chatham stillX3
Consulting England's happiness at homeA2
Secured it by an unforgiving frownI4
If any wronged her Wolfe where'er he foughtI
Put so much of his heart into his actI
That his example had a magnet's forceU2
And all were swift to follow whom all lovedI
Those suns are set Oh rise some other suchJ4
Or all that we have left is empty talkK4
Of old achievements and despair of newI
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Now hoist the sail and let the streamers floatI
Upon the wanton breezes Strew the deckL4
With lavender and sprinkle liquid sweetsU2
That no rude savour maritime invadeI
The nose of nice nobility Breathe softI
Ye clarionets and softer still ye flutesU2
That winds and waters lulled by magic soundsU2
May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shoreD
True we have lost an empire let it passU2
True we may thank the perfidy of FranceU2
That picked the jewel out of England's crownI4
With all the cunning of an envious shrewD
And let that pass 'twas but a trick of stateI
A brave man knows no malice but at onceU2
Forgets in peace the injuries of warD
And gives his direst foe a friend's embraceU2
And shamed as we have been to the very beardI
Braved and defied and in our own sea provedI
Too weak for those decisive blows that onceU2
Insured us mastery there we yet retainF2
Some small pre eminence we justly boastI
At least superior jockeyship and claimA2
The honours of the turf as all our ownZ2
Go then well worthy of the praise ye seekS2
And show the shame ye might conceal at homeA2
In foreign eyes be grooms and win the plateI
Where once your nobler fathers won a crownI4
'Tis generous to communicate your skillX3
To those that need it Folly is soon learnedI
And under such preceptors who can failQ2
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There is a pleasure in poetic painsU2
Which only poets know The shifts and turnsU2
The expedients and inventions multiformA2
To which the mind resorts in chase of termsU2
Though apt yet coy and difficult to winL
To arrest the fleeting images that fillX3
The mirror of the mind and hold them fastI
And force them sit till he has pencilled offM4
A faithful likeness of the forms he viewsU2
Then to dispose his copies with such artI
That each may find its most propitious lightI
And shine by situation hardly lessU2
Than by the labour and the skill it costI
Are occupations of the poet's mindI
So pleasing and that steal away the thoughtI
With such address from themes of sad importI
That lost in his own musings happy manU
He feels the anxieties of life deniedI
Their wonted entertainment all retireD
Such joys has he that sings But ah not suchJ4
Or seldom such the hearers of his songJ3
Fastidious or else listless or perhapsU2
Aware of nothing arduous in a taskC4
They never undertook they little noteI
His dangers or escapes and haply findI
There least amusement where he found the mostI
But is amusement all studious of songJ3
And yet ambitious not to sing in vainF2
I would not trifle merely though the worldI
Be loudest in their praise who do no moreD
Yet what can satire whether grave or gayN
It may correct a foible may chastiseU2
The freaks of fashion regulate the dressU2
Retrench a sword blade or displace a patchN4
But where are its sublimer trophies foundI
What vice has it subdued whose heart reclaimedI
By rigour or whom laughed into reformA2
Alas Leviathan is not so tamedI
Laughed at he laughs again and stricken hardI
Turns to the stroke his adamantine scalesU2
That fear no discipline of human handsU2
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The pulpit therefore and I name it filledI
With solemn awe that bids me well bewareD
With what intent I touch that holy thingA3
The pulpit when the satirist has at lastI
Strutting and vapouring in an empty schoolO4
Spent all his force and made no proselyteI
I say the pulpit in the sober useU2
Of its legitimate peculiar powersU2
Must stand acknowledged while the world shall standI
The most important and effectual guardI
Support and ornament of virtue's causeU2
There stands the messenger of truth there standsU2
The legate of the skies his theme divineP4
His office sacred his credentials clearD
By him the violated Law speaks outI
Its thunders and by him in strains as sweetI
As angels use the Gospel whispers peaceU2
He stablishes the strong restores the weakS2
Reclaims the wanderer binds the broken heartI
And armed himself in panoply completeI
Of heavenly temper furnishes with armsU2
Bright as his own and trains by every ruleO4
Of holy discipline to glorious warD
The sacramental host of God's electI
Are all such teachers would to heaven all wereD
But hark the Doctor's voice fast wedged betweenG3
Two empirics he stands and with swollen cheeksU2
Inspires the news his trumpet Keener farD
Than all invective is his bold harangueQ4
While through that public organ of reportI
He hails the clergy and defying shameA2
Announces to the world his own and theirsU2
He teaches those to read whom schools dismissedI
And colleges untaught sells accents toneZ2
And emphasis in score and gives to prayerD
The adagio and andante it demandsU2
He grinds divinity of other daysU2
Down into modern use transforms old printI
To zigzag manuscript and cheats the eyesU2
Of gallery critics by a thousand artsU2
Are there who purchase of the Doctor's wareD
Oh name it not in Gath it cannot beC2
That grave and learned Clerks should need such aidI
He doubtless is in sport and does but drollR4
Assuming thus a rank unknown beforeD
Grand caterer and dry nurse of the ChurchS4
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I venerate the man whose heart is warmA2
Whose hands are pure whose doctrine and whose lifeW3
Coincident exhibit lucid proofT4
That he is honest in the sacred causeU2
To such I render more than mere respectI
Whose actions say that they respect themselvesU2
But loose in morals and in manners vainF2
In conversation frivolous in dressU2
Extreme at once rapacious and profuseU2
Frequent in park with lady at his sideI
Ambling and prattling scandal as he goesU2
But rare at home and never at his booksU2
Or with his pen save when he scrawls a cardI
Constant at routs familiar with a roundI
Of ladyships a stranger to the poorD
Ambitions of preferment for its goldI
And well prepared by ignorance and slothU4
By infidelity and love o' the worldI
To make God's work a sinecure a slaveZ
To his own pleasures and his patron's prideI
From such apostles O ye mitred headsU2
Preserve the Church and lay not careless handsU2
On skulls that cannot teach and will not learnV4
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Would I describe a preacher such as PaulD2
Were he on earth would hear approve and ownZ2
Paul should himself direct me I would traceU2
His master strokes and draw from his designP4
I would express him simple grave sincereD
In doctrine uncorrupt in language plainF2
And plain in manner decent solemn chasteI
And natural in gesture much impressedI
Himself as conscious of his awful chargeI3
And anxious mainly that the flock he feedsU2
May feel it too affectionate in lookW4
And tender in address as well becomesU2
A messenger of grace to guilty menE2
Behold the picture Is it like Like whomA2
The things that mount the rostrum with a skipV
And then skip down again pronounce a textI
Cry Hem and reading what they never wroteI
Just fifteen minutes huddle up their workB4
And with a well bred whisper close the sceneG3
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In man or woman but far most in manU
And most of all in man that ministersU2
And serves the altar in my soul I loatheX4
All affectation 'Tis my perfect scornU3
Object of my implacable disgustI
What will a man play tricks will he indulgeY4
A silly fond conceit of his fair formA2
And just proportion fashionable mienG3
And pretty face in presence of his GodI
Or will he seek to dazzle me with tropesU2
As with the diamond on his lily handI
And play his brilliant parts before my eyesU2
When I am hungry for the Bread of LifeW3
He mocks his Maker prostitutes and shamesU2
His noble office and instead of truthZ4
Displaying his own beauty starves his flock
Therefore avaunt all attitude and stareD
And start theatric practised at the glassU2
I seek divine simplicity in himA2
Who handles things divine and all besideI
Though learned with labour and though much admiredI
By curious eyes and judgments ill informedI
To me is odious as the nasal twang
Heard at conventicle where worthy menE2
Misled by custom strain celestial themesU2
Through the prest nostril spectacle bestridI
Some decent in demeanour while they preach
That task performed relapse into themselvesU2
And having spoken wisely at the closeU2
Grow wanton and give proof to every eyeI
Whoe'er was edified themselves were notI
Forth comes the pocket mirror First we strokeC3
An eyebrow next compose a straggling lock
Then with an air most gracefully performedI
Fall back into our seat extend an armA2
And lay it at its ease with gentle careD
With handkerchief in hand depending lowX2
The better hand more busy gives the noseU2
Its bergamot or aids the indebted eyeI
With opera glass to watch the moving sceneG3
And recognise the slow retiring fairD
Now this is fulsome and offends me moreD
Than in a Churchman slovenly neglectI
And rustic coarseness would A heavenly mindI
May be indifferent to her house of clayN
And slight the hovel as beneath her careD
But how a body so fantastic trimA2
And quaint in its deportment and attireD
Can lodge a heavenly mind demands a doubtI
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He that negotiates between God and manU
As God's ambassador the grand concernsU2
Of judgment and of mercy should bewareD
Of lightness in his speech 'Tis pitiful
To court a grin when you should woo a soulR4
To break a jest when pity would inspireD
Pathetic exhortation and to addressU2
The skittish fancy with facetious talesU2
When sent with God's commission to the heartI
So did not Paul Direct me to a quipV
Or merry turn in all he ever wroteI
And I consent you take it for your textI
Your only one till sides and benches failQ2
No he was serious in a serious causeU2
And understood too well the weighty termsU2
That he had ta'en in charge He would not stoopV
To conquer those by jocular exploitsU2
Whom truth and soberness assailed in vainF2
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Oh popular applause what heart of manU
Is proof against thy sweet seducing charmsU2
The wisest and the best feel urgent needI
Of all their caution in thy gentlest galesU2
But swelled into a gust who then alasU2
With all his canvas set and inexpertI
And therefore heedless can withstand thy powerD
Praise from the riveled lips of toothless baldI
Decrepitude and in the looks of leanG3
And craving poverty and in the bowW2
Respectful of the smutched artificerD
Is oft too welcome and may much disturbZ3
The bias of the purpose How much moreD
Poured forth by beauty splendid and politeI
In language soft as adoration breathesU2
Ah spare your idol think him human stillX3
Charms he may have but he has frailties tooI
Dote not too much nor spoil what ye admireD
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All truth is from the sempiternal sourceU2
Of light divine But Egypt Greece and RomeA2
Drew from the stream below More favoured weC2
Drink when we choose it at the fountain headI
To them it flowed much mingled and defiledI
With hurtful error prejudice and dreamsU2
Illusive of philosophy so calledI
But falsely Sages after sages strove
In vain to filter off a crystal draughtI
Pure from the lees which often more enhancedI
The thirst than slaked it and not seldom bredI
Intoxication and delirium wildI
In vain they pushed inquiry to the birthT2
And spring time of the world asked Whence is manU
Why formed at all and wherefore as he isU2
Where must he find his Maker With what ritesU2
Adore Him Will He hear accept and blessU2
Or does He sit regardless of His worksU2
Has man within him an immortal seedI
Or does the tomb take all If he survive
His ashes where and in what weal or woeX2
Knots worthy of solution which aloneZ2
A Deity could solve Their answers vagueA4
And all at random fabulous and darkT3
Left them as dark themselves Their rules of lifeW3
Defective and unsanctioned proved too weakS2
To bind the roving appetite and leadI
Blind nature to a God not yet revealedI
'Tis Revelation satisfies all doubtsU2
Explains all mysteries except her ownZ2
And so illuminates the path of lifeW3
That fools discover it and stray no moreD
Now tell me dignified and sapient sirD
My man of morals nurtured in the shadesU2
Of Academus is this false or trueI
Is Christ the abler teacher or the schoolsU2
If Christ then why resort at every turnV4
To Athens or to Rome for wisdom shortI
Of man's occasions when in Him resideI
Grace knowledge comfort an unfathomed storeD
How oft when Paul has served us with a textI
Has Epictetus Plato Tully preachedI
Men that if now alive would sit contentI
And humble learners of a Saviour's worthT2
Preach it who might Such was their love of truthZ4
Their thirst of knowledge and their candour tooI
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And thus it is The pastor either vainF2
By nature or by flattery made so taughtI
To gaze at his own splendour and to exaltI
Absurdly not his office but himself
Or unenlightened and too proud to learnV4
Or vicious and not therefore apt to teach
Perverting often by the stress of lewdI
And loose example whom he should instructI
Exposes and holds up to broad disgraceU2
The noblest function and discredits muchJ4
The brightest truths that man has ever seenG3
For ghostly counsel if it either fallD2
Below the exigence or be not backedI
With show of love at least with hopeful proofT4
Of some sincerity on the giver's partI
Or be dishonoured in the exterior formA2
And mode of its conveyance by such tricksU2
As move derision or by foppish airsU2
And histrionic mummery that let downI4
The pulpit to the level of the stageY2
Drops from the lips a disregarded thingA3
The weak perhaps are moved but are not taughtI
While prejudice in men of stronger mindsU2
Takes deeper root confirmed by what they seeC2
A relaxation of religion's holdI
Upon the roving and untutored heartI
Soon follows and the curb of conscience snaptI
The laity run wild But do they nowW2
Note their extravagance and be convincedI
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As nations ignorant of God contrive
A wooden one so we no longer taughtI
By monitors that Mother Church suppliesU2
Now make our own Posterity will askC4
If e'er posterity sees verse of mineP4
Some fifty or a hundred lustrums henceU2
What was a monitor in George's daysU2
My very gentle reader yet unbornU3
Of whom I needs must augur better thingsU2
Since Heaven would sure grow weary of a worldI
Productive only of a race like usU2
A monitor is wood plank shaven thinL
We wear it at our backs There closely bracedI
And neatly fitted it compresses hardI
The prominent and most unsightly bonesU2
And binds the shoulders flat We prove its useU2
Sovereign and most effectual to secureD
A form not now gymnastic as of yoreD
From rickets and distortion else our lotI
But thus admonished we can walk erectI
One proof at least of manhood while the friendI
Sticks close a Mentor worthy of his chargeI3
Our habits costlier than Lucullus woreD
And by caprice as multiplied as hisU2
Just please us while the fashion is at full
But change with every moon The sycophantI
That waits to dress us arbitrates their dateI
Surveys his fair reversion with keen eyeI
Finds one ill made another obsoleteI
This fits not nicely that is ill conceivedI
And making prize of all that he condemnsU2
With our expenditure defrays his ownZ2
Variety's the very spice of lifeW3
That gives it all its flavour We have runQ
Through every change that fancy at the loomA2
Exhausted has had genius to supplyI
And studious of mutation still discardI
A real elegance a little usedI
For monstrous novelty and strange disguiseU2
We sacrifice to dress till household joysU2
And comforts cease Dress drains our cellar dryI
And keeps our larder lean puts out our firesU2
And introduces hunger frost and woeX2
Where peace and hospitality might reignF2
What man that lives and that knows how to live
Would fail to exhibit at the public showsU2
A form as splendid as the proudest thereD
Though appetite raise outcries at the costI
A man o' the town dines late but soon enoughG4
With reasonable forecast and despatchJ4
To ensure a side box station at half priceU2
You think perhaps so delicate his dressU2
His daily fare as delicate AlasU2
He picks clean teeth and busy as he seemsU2
With an old tavern quill is hungry yetI
The rout is folly's circle which she drawsU2
With magic wand So potent is the spell
That none decoyed into that fatal ringA3
Unless by Heaven's peculiar grace escapeV
There we grow early gray but never wiseU2
There form connections and acquire no friendI
Solicit pleasure hopeless of successU2
Waste youth in occupations only fitI
For second childhood and devote old ageY2
To sports which only childhood could excuseU2
There they are happiest who dissemble bestI
Their weariness and they the most politeI
Who squander time and treasure with a smileQ3
Though at their own destruction She that asksU2
Her dear five hundred friends contemns them allD2
And hates their coming They what can they lessU2
Make just reprisals and with cringe and shrug
And bow obsequious hide their hate of herD
All catch the frenzy downward from her GraceU2
Whose flambeaux flash against the morning skiesU2
And gild our chamber ceilings as they passU2
To her who frugal only that her thriftI
May feed excesses she can ill affordI
Is hackneyed home unlackeyed who in hasteI
Alighting turns the key in her own doorD
And at the watchman's lantern borrowing lightI
Finds a cold bed her only comfort leftI
Wives beggar husbands husbands starve their wivesU2
On Fortune's velvet altar offering upV
Their last poor pittance Fortune most severeD
Of goddesses yet known and costlier farD
Than all that held their routs in Juno's heavenQ
So fare we in this prison house the worldI
And 'tis a fearful spectacle to seeC2
So many maniacs dancing in their chainsU2
They gaze upon the links that hold them fastI
With eyes of anguish execrate their lotI
Then shake them in despair and dance againE2
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Now basket up the family of plaguesU2
That waste our vitals Peculation saleQ2
Of honour perjury corruption fraudsU2
By forgery by subterfuge of law
By tricks and lies as numerous and as keenG3
As the necessities their authors feelD4
Then cast them closely bundled every bratI
At the right door Profusion is its sireD
Profusion unrestrained with all that's baseU2
In character has littered all the landI
And bred within the memory of no fewI
A priesthood such as Baal's was of oldI
A people such as never was till nowW2
It is a hungry vice it eats up allD2
That gives society its beauty strength
Convenience and security and useU2
Makes men mere vermin worthy to be trappedI
And gibbeted as fast as catchpole clawsU2
Can seize the slippery prey unties the knotI
Of union and converts the sacred bandI
That holds mankind together to a scourge
Profusion deluging a state with lustsU2
Of grossest nature and of worst effectsU2
Prepares it for its ruin hardens blindsU2
And warps the consciences of public menE2
Till they can laugh at virtue mock the foolsU2
That trust them and in the end disclose a faceU2
That would have shocked credulity herself
Unmasked vouchsafing this their sole excuseU2
Since all alike are selfish why not theyN
This does Profusion and the accursed causeU2
Of such deep mischief has itself a causeU2
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In colleges and halls in ancient daysU2
When learning virtue piety and truthZ4
Were precious and inculcated with careD
There dwelt a sage called Discipline His headI
Not yet by time completely silvered o'erD
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youthZ4
But strong for service still and unimpairedI
His eye was meek and gentle and a smileQ3
Played on his lips and in his speech was heardI
Paternal sweetness dignity and loveN2
The occupation dearest to his heartI
Was to encourage goodness He would strokeC3
The head of modest and ingenuous worthT2
That blushed at its own praise and press the youthZ4
Close to his side that pleased him Learning grewI
Beneath his care a thriving vigorous plantI
The mind was well informed the passions heldI
Subordinate and diligence was choiceU2
If e'er it chanced as sometimes chance it mustI
That one among so many overleapedI
The limits of control his gentle eyeI
Grew stern and darted a severe rebuke
His frown was full of terror and his voiceU2
Shook the delinquent with such fits of awe
As left him not till penitence had wonQ
Lost favour back again and closed the breachJ4
But Discipline a faithful servant longJ3
Declined at length into the vale of yearsU2
A palsy struck his arm his sparkling eyeI
Was quenched in rheums of age his voice unstrungJ3
Grew tremulous and moved derision moreD
Than reverence in perverse rebellious youthZ4
So colleges and halls neglected muchJ4
Their good old friend and Discipline at length
O'erlooked and unemployed fell sick and diedI
Then study languished emulation sleptI
And virtue fled The schools became a sceneG3
Of solemn farce where ignorance in stiltsU2
His cap well lined with logic not his ownZ2
With parrot tongue performed the scholar's partI
Proceeding soon a graduated dunceU2
Then compromise had place and scrutinyC2
Became stone blind precedence went in truckJ3
And he was competent whose purse was soU2
A dissolution of all bonds ensuedI
The curbs invented for the mulish mouth
Of headstrong youth were broken bars and boltsU2
Grew rusty by disuse and massy gatesU2
Forgot their office opening with a touchJ4
Till gowns at length are found mere masqueradeI
The tasselled cap and the spruce band a jestI
A mockery of the world What need of theseU2
For gamesters jockeys brothellers impureD
Spendthrifts and booted sportsmen oftener seenG3
With belted waist and pointers at their heelsU2
Than in the bounds of duty What was learnedI
If aught was learned in childhood is forgotI
And such expense as pinches parents blueI
And mortifies the liberal hand of loveN2
Is squandered in pursuit of idle sportsU2
And vicious pleasures buys the boy a nameA2
That sits a stigma on his father's houseU2
And cleaves through life inseparably closeU2
To him that wears it What can after gamesU2
Of riper joys and commerce with the worldI
The lewd vain world that must receive him soon
Add to such erudition thus acquiredI
Where science and where virtue are professedI
They may confirm his habits rivet fastI
His folly but to spoil him is a taskJ3
That bids defiance to the united powersU2
Of fashion dissipation taverns stewsU2
Now blame we most the nurselings or the nurseU2
The children crooked and twisted and deformedI
Through want of care or her whose winking eyeI
And slumbering oscitancy mars the broodI
The nurse no doubt Regardless of her chargeI3
She needs herself correction needs to learnV4
That it is dangerous sporting with the worldI
With things so sacred as a nation's trustI
The nurture of her youth her dearest pledge
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All are not such I had a brother onceU2
Peace to the memory of a man of worthT2
A man of letters and of manners tooI
Of manners sweet as virtue always wearsU2
When gay good nature dresses her in smilesU2
He graced a college in which order yetI
Was sacred and was honoured loved and weptI
By more than one themselves conspicuous thereD
Some minds are tempered happily and mixtI
With such ingredients of good sense and tasteI
Of what is excellent in man they thirstI
With such a zeal to be what they approve
That no restraints can circumscribe them moreD
Than they themselves by choice for wisdom's sakeJ3
Nor can example hurt them What they seeC2
Of vice in others but enhancing moreD
The charms of virtue in their just esteemA2
If such escape contagion and emerge
Pure from so foul a pool to shine abroadI
And give the world their talents and themselvesU2
Small thanks to those whose negligence or slothU4
Exposed their inexperience to the snareD
And left them to an undirected choiceU2
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See then the quiver broken and decayedI
In which are kept our arrows Rusting thereD
In wild disorder and unfit for useU2
What wonder if discharged into the worldI
They shame their shooters with a random flightI
Their points obtuse and feathers drunk with wineP4
Well may the Church wage unsuccessful warD
With such artillery armed Vice parries wideI
The undreaded volley with a sword of straw
And stands an impudent and fearless markJ3
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Have we not tracked the felon home and foundI
His birthplace and his dam The country mournsU2
Mourns because every plague that can infestI
Society that saps and worms the baseU2
Of the edifice that Policy has raisedI
Swarms in all quarters meets the eye the earD
And suffocates the breath at every turnV4
Profusion breeds them And the cause itself
Of that calamitous mischief has been foundI
Found too where most offensive in the skirtsU2
Of the robed pedagogue Else let the arraignedI
Stand up unconscious and refute the chargeI3
So when the Jewish leader stretched his armA2
And waved his rod divine a race obsceneG3
Spawned in the muddy beds of Nile came forthM3
Polluting Egypt Gardens fields and plainsU2
Were covered with the pest The streets were filledI
The croaking nuisance lurked in every nookJ3
Nor palaces nor even chambers 'scapedI
And the land stank so numerous was the fryI

William Cowper



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