On John Dawson, Butler Of C.c. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFFGHEEFFIIGH DD

Dawson the Butler's dead Although I thinkA
Poets were ne'er infusde with single drinkeA
Ile spend a farthing muse some watry verseB
Will serve the turne to cast upon his hearseB
If any cannot weepe amongst us hereC
Take off his pott and so squeeze out a tearD
Weepe O his cheeses weepe till yee bee goodE
Yee that are dry or in the sun have stoodE
In mossy coats und rusty liveries mourneF
Untill like him to ashes you shall turneF
Weep O ye barrells lett your drippings fallG
In trickling streams make waste more prodigalH
Than when our drinke is badde that John may floteE
To Styx in beere and lift upp Charon's boateE
With wholesome waves And as our conduits runF
With clarett at a CoronationF
So lett our channells flow with single tiffeI
For John I hope is crownde take off your whiffeI
Yee men of Rosemary Now drinke off allG
Remembring 'tis a Butler's funeralH
Had he bin master of good double beereD
My life for his John Dawson had beene hereD

William Strode



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