The Bad Prince

Tommaso Campanella (1568–1639), translated by John Addington Symonds · 1878

iambic pentameter · heroic couplets · 14 lines · from Sonnets

Organ of rut, not reason, is the lordWho from the body politic doth drainLust for himself, instead of toil and pain,Leaving us lean as crickets on dry sward.Well too if he like Love would filch our hoardWith pleasure to ourselves, sluicing our veinAnd vigour to perpetuate the strainOf life by spilth of life within us stored!Love's cheat yields joy and profit. Kings, less kind,Harm those they hoodwink; sow bare rock with seed;Nor use our waste to propagate the breed.Heaven help that body which a little mind,Housed in a head, lacking ears, tongue, and eyes,And senseless but for smell, can tyrannise!

Words in this poem

lust v. i.
To list; to like. [AS. lystan. See Lust, n., and cf. List to choose.]
filch v. t.
To steal or take privily (commonly, that which is of little value); to pilfer. [Cf. AS. feol to stick to, OHG. felhan, felahan, to hide, Icel. fela, Goth. filhan to hide, bury, Prov. E. feal to hide slyly, OE. felen.]
vigour v. t.
To invigorate. Feltham.
perpetuate v. t.
To make perpetual; to cause to endure, or to be continued, indefinitely; to preserve from extinction or oblivion; to eternize. [L. perpetuatus, p.p. of perpetuare to perpetuate. See Perpetual.]
spilth n.
Anything spilt, or freely poured out; slop; effusion. [From Spill.]
hoodwink v. t.
To blind by covering the eyes. [Hood + wink.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

The Bad Prince is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Sonnets of Michael Angelo Buonarroti and Tommaso Campanella, Project Gutenberg ebook #10314, the John Addington Symonds translation; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Tommaso Campanella, The Bad Prince, in Sonnets (1878), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #10314, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/campanella-sonnets/the-bad-prince.html, id L27828.

Form and metre

The Bad Prince is 14 lines in a single stanza. It is in rhyming couplets, 57% of the lines: heroic couplets. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 87%).

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 ABBAABBACDDC-- lordA · drainB · painB · swardA · hoardA · veinB · strainB · storedA · kindC · seedD · breedD · mindC · eyes · tyrannise
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Organ of rut, not reason, is the lord10/˘···/˘···
Who from the body politic doth drain10···/˘/˘···
Lust for himself, instead of toil and pain,10··˘/˘/····
Leaving us lean as crickets on dry sward.10/˘···/˘···
Well too if he like Love would filch our hoard10········/·
With pleasure to ourselves, sluicing our vein10·/˘·˘//˘/·
And vigour to perpetuate the strain10·/˘·˘/˘···
Of life by spilth of life within us stored!10··········
Love's cheat yields joy and profit. Kings, less kind,10·····/˘···
Harm those they hoodwink; sow bare rock with seed;10···/······
Nor use our waste to propagate the breed.10··/··/˘···
Heaven help that body which a little mind,10/··/˘··/˘·
Housed in a head, lacking ears, tongue, and eyes,10····/˘····
And senseless but for smell, can tyrannise!10·/˘·······

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