A very, very dull poem indeed. It seems that there is a certain justification for his last name being Dry-den. The poem lacks any sort of excitement or vividness. It plods along in a rather monotonous manner, failing to engage the reader's interest. One can't help but wonder if the author was perhaps feeling rather uninspired when penning this piece. The words seem to be chosen more for their simplicity rather than their ability to create a powerful image or evoke strong emotions. It's as if the poem is stuck in a rut, unable to break free and soar to greater heights. Overall, it's a rather forgettable piece that leaves much to be desired.
Never mind my earlier wrong opinion. This is hilarious. I initially had a completely different perspective, but now I see the humor in it. It's amazing how a change in perception can turn something that seemed ordinary or uninteresting into something truly comical. The situation has a certain charm and wit that catches you off guard. It makes you laugh out loud and forget about any previous misgivings. I'm glad I was able to see the light and appreciate the hilarity of it all. It's moments like these that remind us not to be too quick to judge and to always keep an open mind. You never know when something that you thought was one way will turn out to be something completely different and entertaining.
From Part I, the beginning of the poem
—Si propiùs stes
Te capiet magis—
In pious times, ere priestcraft did begin,
Before polygamy was made a sin;
When man on many multiplied his kind,
Ere one to one was cursedly confined;
When nature prompted, and no law denied
Promiscuous use of concubine and bride;
Then Israel's monarch after Heaven's own heart,
His vigorous warmth did variously impart
To wives and slaves; and wide as his command,
Scatter'd his Maker's image through the land. 10
From Part II, the end of the poem
This year did Ziloah rule Jerusalem,
And boldly all sedition's surges stem,
Howe'er encumber'd with a viler pair
Than Ziph or Shimei to assist the chair;
Yet Ziloah's loyal labours so prevail'd,
That faction at the next election fail'd,
When even the common cry did justice found,
And merit by the multitude was crown'd:
With David then was Israel's peace restored,
Crowds mourn'd their error, and obey'd their lord. 1140