To A Friend Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFGHIJJKKLLMN OOHHEEEEBBEEPQEEBBJJ FFEEEEQQEERISSEEEETT DDEEUUPPEEEJJ| Have you ne'er seen my gentle Squire | A |
| The humours of your kitchen fire | B |
| Says Ned to Sal 'I lead a spade | C |
| Why don't ye play the girl's afraid | C |
| Play something anything but play | D |
| 'Tis but to pass the time away | D |
| Phoo how she stands biting her nails | E |
| As though she play'd for half her vails | E |
| Sorting her cards haggling and picking | F |
| We play for nothing do us chicken | G |
| That card will do 'blood never doubt it | H |
| It's not worth while to think about it ' | I |
| Sal thought and thought and miss'd her aim | J |
| And Ned ne'er studying won the game | J |
| Methinks old friend 'tis wondrous true | K |
| That verse is but a game at loo | K |
| While many a bard that shows so clearly | L |
| He writes for his amusement merely | L |
| Is known to study fret and toil | M |
| And play for nothing all the while | N |
| Or praise at most for wreaths of yore | O |
| Ne'er signified a farthing more | O |
| Till having vainly toil'd to gain it | H |
| He sees your flying pen obtain it | H |
| Through fragrant scenes the trifler roves | E |
| And hallow'd haunts that Phoebus loves | E |
| Where with strange heats his bosom glows | E |
| And mystic flames the god bestows | E |
| You now none other flames require | B |
| Than a good blazing parlour fire | B |
| Write verses to defy the scorners | E |
| In houses and chimney corners | E |
| Sal found her deep laid schemes were vain | P |
| The cards were cut come deal again | Q |
| No good comes on it when one lingers | E |
| I'll play the cards come next my fingers | E |
| Fortune could never let Ned loo her | B |
| When she had left it wholly to her | B |
| Well now who wins why still the same | J |
| For Sal has lost another game | J |
| I've done she mutter'd I was saying | F |
| It did not argufy my playing | F |
| Some folks will win they cannot choose | E |
| But think or not think some must lose | E |
| I may have won a game or so | E |
| But then it was an age ago | E |
| It ne'er will be my lot again | Q |
| I won it of a baby then | Q |
| Give me an ace of trumps and see | E |
| Our Ned will beat me with a three | E |
| 'Tis all by luck that things are carried | R |
| He'll suffer for it when he's married ' | I |
| Thus Sal with tears in either eye | S |
| While victor Ned sate tittering by | S |
| Thus I long envying your success | E |
| And bent to write and study less | E |
| Sate down and scribbled in a trice | E |
| Just what you see and you despise | E |
| You who can frame a tuneful song | T |
| And hum it as you ride along | T |
| And trotting on the king's highway | D |
| Snatch from the hedge a sprig of bay | D |
| Accept this verse howe'er it flows | E |
| From one that is your friend in prose | E |
| What is this wreath so green so fair | U |
| Which many wish and few must wear | U |
| Which some men's indolence can gain | P |
| And some men's vigils ne'er obtain | P |
| For what must Sal or poet sue | E |
| Ere they engage with Ned or you | E |
| For luck in verse for luck at loo | E |
| Ah no 'tis genius gives you fame | J |
| And Ned through skill secures the game | J |
William Shenstone
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