The Poet And The Dun Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB BBB CDDEEFFEEGGBBHHBBIID DEEDDJKD BBBBB| 'These are messengers | A |
| That feelingly persuade me what I am ' Shakspeare | B |
| - | |
| Comes a dun in the morning and raps at my door | B |
| 'I made bold to call 'tis a twelvemonth and more | B |
| I'm sorry believe me to trouble you thus sir | B |
| But Job would be paid sir had Job been a mercer ' | - |
| My friend have but patience 'Ay these are your ways ' | - |
| I have got but one shilling to serve me two days | C |
| But sir prithee take it and tell your attorney | D |
| If I han't paid your bill I have paid for your journey | D |
| Well now thou art gone let me govern my passion | E |
| And calmly consider consider vexation | E |
| What whore that must paint and must put on false locks | F |
| And counterfeit joy in the pangs of the pox | F |
| What beggar's wife's nephew now starved and now beaten | E |
| Who wanting to eat fears himself shall be eaten | E |
| What porter what turnspit can deem his case hard | G |
| Or what Dun boast of patience that thinks of a Bard | G |
| Well I'll leave this poor trade for no trade can be poorer | B |
| Turn shoe boy or courtier or pimp or procurer | B |
| Get love and respect and good living and pelf | H |
| And dun some poor dog of a poet myself | H |
| One's credit however of course will grow better | B |
| Here enters the footman and brings me a letter | B |
| 'Dear Sir I received your obliging epistle | I |
| Your fame is secure bid the critics go whistle | I |
| I read over with wonder the poem you sent me | D |
| And I must speak your praises no soul shall prevent me | D |
| The audience believe me cried out every line | E |
| Was strong was affecting was just was divine | E |
| All pregnant as gold is with worth weight and beauty | D |
| And to hide such a genius was far from your duty | D |
| I foresee that the court will be hugely delighted | J |
| Sir Richard for much a less genius was knighted | K |
| Adieu my good friend and for high life prepare ye | D |
| I could say much more but you're modest I spare ye ' | - |
| Quite fired with the flattery I call for my paper | B |
| And waste that and health and my time and my taper | B |
| I scribble till morn when with wrath no small store | B |
| Comes my old friend the mercer and raps at my door | B |
| 'Ah Friend 'tis but idle to make such a pother | B |
| Fate Fate has ordain'd us to plague one another ' | - |
William Shenstone
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