Economy, A Rhapsody, Addressed To Young Poets Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Insanis omnes gelidis quaecunqne lacernisA
Sunt tibi Nasones Virgiliosque videsA
MartB
ImitationC
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Thou know'st not what thou say'stD
In garments that scarce fence them from the coldE
Our Ovids and our Virgils you beholdE
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Part firstF
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To you ye Bards whose lavish breast requiresA
This monitory lay the strains belongG
Nor think some miser vents his sapient sawA
Or some dull cit unfeeling of the charmsA
That tempt profusion sings while friendly ZealH
To guard from fatal ills the tribe he lovesA
Inspires the meanest of the Muse's trainI
Like you I loathe the grovelling progenyJ
Whose wily arts by creeping time maturedK
Advance them high on Power's tyrannic throneL
To lord it there in gorgeous uselessnessA
And spurn successless Worth that pines belowM
See the rich churl amid the social sonsA
Of wine and wit regaling hark he joinsA
In the free jest delighted seems to showM
A meliorated heart he laughs he singsA
Songs of gay import madrigals of gleeJ
And drunken anthems set agape the boardN
Like Demea in the play benign and mildO
And pouring forth benevolence of soulP
Till Micio wonder or in Shakspeare's lineQ
Obstreperous Silence drowning Shallow's voiceA
And startling Falstaff and his mad compeersA
He owns 'tis prudence ever and anonQ
To smooth his careful brow to let his purseA
Ope to a sixpence's diameterR
He likes our ways he owns the ways of witS
Are ways of pleasance and deserve regardT
True we are dainty good societyJ
But what art thou Alas consider wellU
Thou bane of social pleasure know thyselfV
Thy fell approach like some invasive dampW
Breathed through the pores of earth from Stygian cavesA
Destroys the lamp of mirth the lamp which weJ
Its flamens boast to guard we know not howX
But at thy sight the fading flame assumesA
A ghastly blue and in a stench expiresA
True thou seem'st changed all sainted all enskiedJ
The trembling tears that charge thy melting eyesA
Say thou art honest and of gentle kindJ
But all is false an intermitting sighV
Condemns each hour each moment given to smilesA
And deems those only lost thou dost not loseA
Even for a demi groat this open'd soulP
This boon companion this elastic breastJ
Revibrates quick and sends the tuneful tongueY
To lavish music on the rugged wallsA
Of some dark dungeon Hence thou Caitiff flyV
Touch not my glass nor drain my sacred bowlP
Monster ingrate beneath one common skyV
Why shouldst thou breathe beneath one common roofV
Thou ne'er shalt harbour nor my little boatJ
Receive a soul with crimes to press it downQ
Go to thy bags thou Recreant hourly goM
And gazing there bid them be wit be mirthZ
Be conversation Not a face that smilesA
Admits thy presence not a soul that glowsA
With social purport bid or even or mornQ
Invest thee happy but when life declinesA
May thy sure heirs stand tittering round thy bedJ
And ushering in their favourites burst thy locksA
And fill their laps with gold till Want and CareA2
With joy depart and cry 'We ask no more '-
Ah never never may the harmonious mindJ
Endure the worldly Poets ever voidJ
Of guile distrustless scorn the treasured goldJ
And spurn the miser spurn his deityJ
Balanced with friendship in the poet's eyeV
The rival scale of interest kicks the beamB2
Than lightning swifter From his cavern'd storeC2
The sordid soul with self applause remarksA
The kind propensity remarks and smilesA
And hies with impious haste to spread the snareA2
Him we deride and in our comic scenesA
Contemn the niggard form Moliere has drawnQ
We loathe with justice but alas the painQ
To bow the knee before this calf of goldJ
Implore his envious aid and meet his frownQ
But 'tis not Gomez 'tis not he whose heartJ
Is crusted o'er with dross whose callous mindJ
Is senseless as his gold the slighted MuseA
Intensely loathes 'Tis sure no equal taskD2
To pardon him who lavishes his wealthE2
On racer foxhound hawk or spaniel allF2
But human merit who with gold essaysA
All but the noblest pleasure to removeV
The wants of Genius and its smiles enjoyG2
But you ye titled youths whose nobler zealH
Would burnish o'er your coronets with fameH2
Who listen pleased when poet tunes his layI2
Permit him not in distant solitudesA
To pine to languish out the fleeting hoursA
Of active youth then Virtue pants for praiseA
That season unadorn'd the careless bardJ
Quits your worn threshold and like honest GayI2
Contemns the niggard boon ye time so illJ2
Your favours then like trophies given the tombK2
The enfranchised spirit soaring not perceivesA
Or scorns perceived and execrates the smileL2
Which bade his vigorous bloom to treacherous hopesA
And servile cares a prey expire in vainQ
Two lawless powers engaged by mutual hateJ
In endless war beneath their flags enrolL2
The vassal world this Avarice is namedJ
That Luxury 'tis true their partial friendsA
Assign them softer names usurpers bothM2
That share by dint of arms the legal throneQ
Of just Economy yet both betray'dJ
By fraudful ministers The niggard chiefV
Listening to want all faithless and preparedJ
To join each moment in his rival's trainQ
His conduct models by the needless fearsA
The slave inspires while Luxury a chiefV
Of amplest faith to Plenty's rule resignsA
His whole campaign 'Tis Plenty's flattering soundsA
Engross his ear 'tis Plenty's smiling formN2
Moves still before his eye Discretion strivesA
But strives in vain to banish from the throneQ
The perjured minion he secure of trustJ
With latent malice to the hostile campW
Day night and hour his monarch's wealth conveysA
Ye towering minds ye sublimated soulsA
Who careless of your fortunes seal and signQ
Set let contract acquit with easier mienQ
Than fops take snuff whose economic careA2
Your green silk purse engrosses easy pleasedJ
To see gold sparkle through the subtle foldsA
Lovely as when the Hesperian fruitage smiledJ
Amid the verdurous grove who fondly hopeO2
Spontaneous harvests harvests all the yearP2
Who scatter wealth as though the radiant cropQ2
Glitter'd on every bough and every boughX
Like that the Trojan gather'd once avulsedJ
Were by a splendid successor suppliedJ
Instant spontaneous listen to my laysA
For 'tis not fools whate'er proverbial phraseA
Have long decreed that quit with greatest easeA
The treasured gold Of words indeed profuseA
Of gold tenacious their torpescent soulL2
Clenches their coin and what electral fireR
Shall solve the frosty gripe and bid it flowL2
'Tis Genius Fancy that to wild expenseA
Of health of treasure stimulates the soulL2
These with officious care and fatal artJ
Improve the vinous flavour these the smileL2
Of Cloe soften these the glare of dressA
Illume the glittering chariot gild anewQ
And add strange wisdom to the furs of PowerR
Alas that he amid the race of menQ
That he who thinks of purest gold with scornQ
Should with unsated appetite demandJ
And vainly court the pleasure it procuresA
When Fancy's vivid spark impels the soulL2
To scorn quotidian scenes to spurn the blissA
Of vulgar minds what nostrum shall composeA
Its fatal tension in what lonely valeL2
Of balmy Medicine's various field aspiresA
The blest refrigerant Vain ah vain the hopeO2
Of future peace this orgasm uncontroll'dJ
Impatient hence of all the frugal mindJ
Requires to eat to drink to sleep to fillL2
A chest with gold the sprightly breast demandsA
Incessant rapture life a tedious loadJ
Denied its continuity of joyG2
But whence obtain philosophy requiresA
No lavish cost to crown its utmost prayerA2
Suffice the root built cell the simple fleeceA
The juicy viand and the crystal streamB2
Even mild Stupidity rewards her trainQ
With cheap contentment Taste alone requiresA
Entire profusion Days and nights and hoursA
Thy voice hydropic Fancy calls aloudJ
For costly draughts inundant bowls of joyG2
Rivers of rich regalement seas of blissA

William Shenstone



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