Analysis of The Remedy Worse Than The Disease
Matthew Prior 1664 – 1721
I sent for Ratcliffe, was so ill,
That other doctors gave me over,
He felt my pulse, prescribed his pill,
And I was likely to recover.
But when the wit began to wheeze,
And wine had warm'd the politician,
Cured yesterday of my disease,
I died last night of my physician.
| Scheme | ABAB CDCD |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Traditional rhyme Quatrain |
| Metre | 11110111 110101110 11110111 011101010 11010111 01110010 1101101 111111010 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 271 |
| Words | 53 |
| Sentences | 3 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 105 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 02, 2023
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