A FIT OF RHYME AGAINST RHYME

by: Ben Jonson (1572-1637)

      HYME, the rack of finest wits,
      That expresseth but with fits
      True conceit;
      Spoiling senses of their treasure,
      Cozening judgment with a measure,
      But false weight;
       
      Wresting words from their true calling,
      Propping verse, for fear of falling
      To the ground;
      Jointing syllabes, drowning letters,
      Fast'ning vowels, as with fetters
      They were bound!
       
      Soon as lazy thou wert known,
      All good poetry hence was flown,
      And are banished.
      For a thousand years together,
      All Parnassus' green did wither,
      And wit vanished.
       
      Pegasus did fly away;
      At the wells no Muse did stay,
      But bewailed.
      So to see the fountain dry,
      And Apollo's music die,
      All light failed.
       
      Starveling rhymes did fill the stage;
      Not a poet in an age,
      Worth crowning;
      Not a work deserving bays,
      Nor a line deserving praise,
      Pallas frowning.
       
      Greek was free from rhyme's infection,
      Happy Greek, by this protection,
      Was not spoiled.
      Whilst the Latin, queen of tongues,
      Is not yet free from rhyme's wrongs,
      But rests foiled.
       
      Scarce the hill again doth flourish,
      Scarce the world a wit doth nourish,
      To restore
      Phoebus to his crown again,
      And the Muses to their brain,
      As before.
       
      Vulgar languages, that want
      Words and sweetness, and be scant
      Of true measure,
      Tyrant rhyme hath so abusèd,
      That they long since have refusèd
      Other caesure.
       
      He that first invented thee,
      May his joints tormented be,
      Cramped forever;
      Still may syllabes jar with time,
      Still may reason war with rhyme,
      Resting never.
       
      May his sense, when it would meet
      The cold tumour in his feet,
      Grow unsounder;
      And his title be long fool,
      That in rearing such a school
      Was the founder.

"A Fit of Rhyme Against Rhyme" is reprinted from Underwoods (1640).

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