On The Yong Baronett Portman Dying Of An Impostume In's Head Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFEGHIIEECF CCJJEECCBEEEEECCKKHH JJEECC| Is Death so cunning now that all her blowe | A |
| Aymes at the heade Doth now her wary Bowe | A |
| Make surer worke than heertofore The steele | B |
| Slew warlike heroes onely in the heele | B |
| New found out slights when men themselves begin | C |
| To be theyr proper Fates by new found sinne | C |
| Tis cowardize to make a wound so sure | D |
| No Art in killing where no Art can cure | D |
| Was it for hate of learning that she smote | E |
| This upper shoppe where all the Muses wrought | E |
| Learning shall crosse her drift and duly trie | F |
| All wayes and meanes of immortalitie | E |
| Because her heade was crusht doth shee desire | G |
| Our equall shame In vayne she doth aspire | H |
| No noe Wee know where ere shee make a breach | I |
| Her poysened Sting onely the Heele can reach | I |
| Looke on the Soule of man the very Heart | E |
| The Head itselfe is but a lower parte | E |
| Yet hath shee straynde her utmost tyranny | C |
| And done her worst in that she came so high | F |
| Had she reservde this stroke for haughty men | C |
| For politique Contrivers justly then | C |
| The Punishment were matcht with the offence | J |
| But when Humility and Innocence | J |
| So indiscreetly in the Heade are hitt | E |
| Death hath done Murther and shall die for itt | E |
| Thinke it no Favour showne because the Braine | C |
| Is voyde of sence and therefore free from payne | C |
| Thinke it noe kindness when so stealingly | B |
| He rather seemde to jest away than die | E |
| And like that Innocent the Widdows childe | E |
| Cryde out My head my head and so it dyde | E |
| Thinke it was rather double cruelty | E |
| Slaughter intended on his Name that Hee | E |
| Whose thoughts were nothing taynted nothing vayne | C |
| Might seeme to hide Corruption in his brayne | C |
| How easy might this Blott bee wipte away | K |
| If any Pen his worth could open lay | K |
| For which those Harlott prayses which wee reare | H |
| In common dust as much too slender are | H |
| As great for others Boasting Elegies | J |
| Must here bee dumbe Desert that overweighs | J |
| All our Reward stoppes all our Prayse lest wee | E |
| Might seeme to give alike to Them and Thee | E |
| Wherfore an humble Verse and such a strayne | C |
| As mine will hide the truth while others fayne | C |
William Strode
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