The Speeches Of Sloth And Virtue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Upon the Plan of Xenophen's Judgment of HerculesA
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SLOTHB
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Hither dear Boy direct thy wandring EyesC
'Tis here the lovely Vale of Pleasure liesC
Debate no more to me thy self resignD
Her mossy Caves her Groves and all are mineD
For me the Goddess opes her various Pow'rE
Springs in a Tree or blossoms in a Flow'rE
To please my Ear she breaths celestial StrainsF
To please my Eye with Lillies strews the PlainsF
To form my Couch in mossy Beds she growsG
To gratify my Smell she blooms a RoseG
Oft' in some Nymph the Deity I findH
Where in one Form the various Sweets are join'dI
Yield but to me a Choir of Nymphs shall riseC
And with the blooming Sight regale thy EyesC
Their beauteous Cheeks a fairer Rose shall wearJ
A brighter Lilly in their Necks appearK
Thou on their Breasts thy wearied Head reclineD
Nor at the Swan's less pleasing Nest repineD
Whilst Philomel in each soft Voice complainsF
And gently lulls thee with her dying StrainsF
Whilst spicy Gums round each fair Bosom glowL
And in each Accent myrrhy Odours flowL
For thee with softest Art the Dome shall riseC
And spiring Turrets glitter thro' the SkiesC
For thee the Robe shall glow with purple RaysM
The Side board sparkle and gilt Chariot blazeM
In brilliant Mines be other Hands employ'dN
So the gay Product be by thine enjoy'dN
For thee the Poplar shall her Amber drainD
For thee in clouded Beauty spring the CaneD
To please thy Taste shall Gallia prune the VineD
To swell thy Treasures India sink the MineD
For thee each Nations nicer Stores shall growL
And ev'ry Wind some lovely Tribute blowL
Learning shall ne'er molest thy tranquil ReignD
Nor Science puzzle thy inactive BrainD
Sometimes perhaps thy Fancy take her WingO
To grace a Fan or celebrate a RingO
Fix various Dyes to suit each varying MienD
Prescribe where Patches shou'd in Crouds be seenD
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Or sigh soft Strains along the vocal GroveP
And tell the Charms the sweet Effects of LoveQ
Or if more specious Ease thy Care shou'd claimR
And thy Breast glow with faint Desire of FameR
Some trivial Science shall thy Thoughts amuseS
And Learning's Name a solemn Sound diffuseT
To Thee all Nature's shelly Store I'll bringO
To thee the Sparklings on the Insect's WingO
Pleasure in infant Forms shalt thou descryL
View in an Ant or hear her in a FlyU
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When near thy Path as oft as Spring appearsV
The sportive Goddess buzzes round thy EarsV
Now in some Pebble's curious Vein is seenD
Or on some Leaf bestows unusual GreenD
Then Sleep shall wrap thee in her downy ArmsW
And round thy weary'd Head diffuse her CharmsW
Lest growing Pride thy peaceful Schemes o'erthrowL
And Thought succeed my most destructive FoeL
The watry Nymphs shall tune the tinkling ValesX
And gentle Zephyrs harmonize their GalesX
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For thy repose instruct with Rival JoyY
Their Streams to murmur and their Winds to sighU
Thus shalt thou spend the sweetly flowing DayZ
Till lost in Bliss thou breath thy Soul awayZ
How easy a Transition should'st thou findH
Were to thy Fate Annihilation join'dI
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VIRTUEA2
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Fly fly fond Youth the too indulgent MaidB2
Nor err by such fantastick Scenes betray'dB2
Tho' in my Path the prickly Thorn be seenD
And the waste Turf produce a fainter GreenD
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Tho' no gay Rose or purple Product shineD
The rugged Surface still conceals the MineD
And each unsightly Object can supplyU
More lasting Pleasure more substantial JoyY
But shou'd those airy glittr'ing Toys allureL
Yet whence cou'd Sloth the mighty Boon procureL
Or whence receive or how those Gifts bestowL
Which I alone possess her greatest FoeL
I from old Ocean rob the treasur'd StoreL
And hidden Gems thro' ev'ry Realm exploreL
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'Twas I the rugged Brilliant first reveal'dC2
By tenfold Strata in the Earth conceal'dC2
'Tis I the shapeless Surface still refineD
And teach the rugged Brilliant how to shineD
Where blooms the Rose where spires the shapely TreeL
Where smiles the Grape without fair IndustryL
But grant we Sloth the Scene herself has drawnD
The mossy Grotto and the flow'ry LawnD
Let Frankincense with ev'ry Wind exhaleD2
And Philomela breath in ev'ry GaleD2
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Let Brilliants sparkle dear Machines of PrideE2
And from the Poplar flow the Amber TideE2
Let gay Pomona quitting all aroundF2
For choicest Fruits select the hallow'd GroundF2
To tread the favour'd Soil shou'd Virtue ceaseG2
Nor mossy Grotts nor flow'ry Lawns cou'd pleaseA
Nor ought Pomona's luscious Gifts availD2
The Sound harmonious or the spicy GaleD2
See'st thou those Rocks in dreadful Pomp ariseC
And barren Cliffs that sweep the vaulted SkiesC
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Those Fields whence Phoebus all their Moisture drainsF
And too profusely kind disrobes the PlainsF
When I vouchsafe to tread the lonely SoilH2
Those Rocks seem lovely and those Desarts smileI2
Oft' on those pathless Wilds as I appearL
With Converse sweet his lonely Steps to chearL
Those Cliffs the Exile has with Pleasure view'dJ2
And call'd that Desart Blissful SolitudeJ2
Known by its airy Height and tow'ring SpiresK2
Behind that Scene Fame's lofty Dome retiresK2
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Steep the Ascent by which to Fame we riseC
Yet equal to the Labour is the PrizeC
From thence you gain an earthly CrownD
From thence you reach the SkiesC
Far far below the downy Throne is seenD
That lulls to Rest Ignavia's softer QueenD
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Thence to Fame's Turrets oft' She lifts her EyesC
Desirous still still impotent to riseC
Oft' when resolv'd to gain those shining Tow'rsC
The pensive Queen the dire Ascent exploresC
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Comes onward wafted by the gummy TreesC
Some Sylvan Musick or some scented BreezeC
She turns her Head her own gay Realm she spiesC
And all the airy Resolution diesC
Thus still in vain these gilded Visions pleaseC
The Wretch of Glory whilst the Slave of EaseC
Doom'd ever in ignoble State to pineD
Boast her own Scenes and languish after mineD

William Shenstone



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