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Sir John Oldcastle, Lord Cobham Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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My friend should meet me somewhere hereabout	A
To take me to that hiding in the hills	B
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I have broke their cage no gilded one I trow	C
I read no more the prisoner's mute wail	D
Scribbled or carved upon the pitiless stone	E
I find hard rocks hard life hard cheer or none	F
For I am emptier than a friar's brains	G
But God is with me in this wilderness	H
These wet black passes and foam churning chasms	H
And God's free air and hope of better things	H
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I would I knew their speech not now to glean	I
Not now I hope to do it some scatter'd ears	H
Some ears for Christ in this wild field of Wales	H
But bread merely for bread This tongue that wagg'd	J
They said with such heretical arrogance	H
Against the proud archbishop Arundel	K
So much God's cause was fluent in it is here	L
But as a Latin Bible to the crowd	M
'Bara ' what use The Shepherd when I speak	N
Vailing a sudden eyelid with his hard	O
'Dim Saesneg' passes wroth at things of old	P
No fault of mine Had he God's word in Welsh	Q
He might be kindlier happily come the day	R
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Not least art thou thou little Bethlehem	S
In Judah for in thee the Lord was born	T
Nor thou in Britain little Lutterworth	U
Least for in thee the word was born again	V
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Heaven sweet Evangel ever living word	W
Who whilome spakest to the South in Greek	N
About the soft Mediterranean shores	H
And then in Latin to the Latin crowd	M
As good need was thou hast come to talk our isle	X
Hereafter thou fulfilling Pentecost	Y
Must learn to use the tongues of all the world	Z
Yet art thou thine own witness that thou bringest	Z
Not peace a sword a fire	A2
What did he say	R
My frighted Wiclif preacher whom I crost	Z
In flying hither that one night a crowd	Z
Throng'd the waste field about the city gates	H
The king was on them suddenly with a host	Z
Why there they came to hear their preacher Then	V
Some cried on Cobham on the good Lord Cobham	S
Ay for they love me but the king nor voice	H
Nor finger raised against him took and hang'd	Z
Took hang'd and burnt how many thirty nine	B2
Call'd it rebellion hang'd poor friends as rebels	H
And burn'd alive as heretics for your Priest	Z
Labels to take the king along with him	S
All heresy treason but to call men traitors	H
May make men traitors	H
Rose of Lancaster	A2
Red in thy birth redder with household war	C2
Now reddest with the blood of holy men	V
Redder to be red rose of Lancaster	A2
If somewhere in the North as Rumour sang	D2
Fluttering the hawks of this crown lusting line	B2
By firth and loch thy silver sister grow	C
That were my rose there my allegiance due	Z
Self starved they say nay murder'd doubtless dead	Z
So to this king I cleaved my friend was he	E2
Once my fast friend I would have given my life	F2
To help his own from scathe a thousand lives	H
To save his soul He might have come to learn	G2
Our Wiclif's learning but the worldly Priests	H
Who fear the king's hard common sense should find	Z
What rotten piles uphold their mason work	H2
Urge him to foreign war O had he will'd	Z
I might have stricken a lusty stroke for him	S
But he would not far liever led my friend	Z
Back to the pure and universal church	I2
But he would not whether that heirless flaw	J2
In his throne's title make him feel so frail	D
He leans on Antichrist or that his mind	Z
So quick so capable in soldiership	K2
In matters of the faith alas the while	X
More worth than all the kingdoms of this world	Z
Runs in the rut a coward to the Priest	Z
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Burnt good Sir Roger Acton my dear friend	Z
Burnt too my faithful preacher Beverley	E2
Lord give thou power to thy two witnesses	H
Lest the false faith make merry over them	S
Two nay but thirty nine have risen and stand	Z
Dark with the smoke of human sacrifice	H
Before thy light and cry continually	E2
Cry against whom	S
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Him who should bear the sword	Z
Of Justice what the kingly kindly boy	L2
Who took the world so easily heretofore	C2
My boon companion tavern fellow him	S
Who gibed and japed in many a merry tale	D
That shook our sides at Pardoners Summoners	H
Friars absolution sellers monkeries	H
And nunneries when the wild hour and the wine	B2
Had set the wits aflame	S
Harry of Monmouth	U
Or Amurath of the East	Z
Better to sink	M2
Thy fleurs de lys in slime again and fling	N2
Thy royalty back into the riotous fits	H
Of wine and harlotry thy shame and mine	B2
Thy comrade than to persecute the Lord	Z
And play the Saul that never will be Paul	O2
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Burnt burnt and while this mitred Arundel	K
Dooms our unlicensed preacher to the flame	S
The mitre sanction'd harlot draws his clerks	H
Into the suburb their hard celibacy	H
Sworn to be veriest ice of pureness molten	F
Into adulterous living or such crimes	H
As holy Paul a shame to speak of them	S
Among the heathen	F
Sanctuary granted	Z
To bandit thief assassin yea to him	S
Who hacks his mother's throat denied to him	S
Who finds the Saviour in his mother tongue	P2
The Gospel the Priest's pearl flung down to swine	B2
The swine lay men lay women who will come	S
God willing to outlearn the filthy friar	A2
Ah rather Lord than that thy Gospel meant	Z
To course and range thro' all the world should be	H
Tether'd to these dead pillars of the Church	I2
Rather than so if thou wilt have it so	H
Burst vein snap sinew and crack heart and life	F2
Pass in the fire of Babylon but how long	Q2
O Lord how long	Q2
My friend should meet me here	L
Here is the copse the fountain and a Cross	H
To thee dead wood I bow not head nor knees	H
Rather to thee green boscage work of God	Z
Black holly and white flower'd wayfaring tree	H
Rather to thee thou living water drawn	R2
By this good Wiclif mountain down from heaven	F
And speaking clearly in thy native tongue	P2
No Latin He that thirsteth come and drink	M2
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Eh how I anger'd Arundel asking me	H
To worship Holy Cross I spread mine arms	H
God's work I said a cross of flesh and blood	Z
And holier That was heresy My good friend	Z
By this time should be with me 'Images '	-
Bury them as God's truer images	H
Are daily buried ' ' Heresy Penance ' 'Fast	Z
Hairshirt and scourge nay let a man repent	Z
Do penance in his heart God hears him ' 'Heresy	H
Not shriven not saved ' 'What profits an ill Priest	Z
Between me and my God I would not spurn	G2
Good counsel of good friends but shrive myself	S2
No not to an Apostle ' 'Heresy '	-
My friend is long in coming 'Pilgrimages '	-
'Drink bagpipes revelling devil's dances vice	H
The poor man's money gone to fat the friar	A2
Who reads of begging saints in Scripture ' 'Heresy '	-
Hath he been here not found me gone again	V
Have I mislearnt our place of meeting 'Bread	Z
Bread left after the blessing ' how they stared	Z
That was their main test question glared at me	H
'He veil'd Himself in flesh and now He veils	H
His flesh in bread body and bread together '	-
Then rose the howl of all the cassock'd wolves	H
'No bread no bread God's body ' Archbishop Bishop	K2
Priors Canons Friars bellringers Parish clerks	H
'No bread no bread ' 'Authority of the Church	I2
Power of the keys ' Then I God help me I	T2
So mock'd so spum'd so baited two whole days	H
I lost myself and fell from evenness	H
And rail'd at all the Popes that ever since	H
Sylvester shed the venom of world wealth	U
Into the church had only prov'n themselves	H
Poisoners murderers Well God pardon all	O2
Me them and all the world yea that proud Priest	Z
That mock meek mouth of utter Antichrist	Z
That traitor to King Richard and the truth	U
Who rose and doom'd me to the fire	A2
Amen	V
Nay I can burn so that the Lord of life	F2
Be by me in my death	U
Those three the fourth	U
Was like the Son of God Not burnt were they	R
On them the smell of burning had not past	Z
That was a miracle to convert the king	N2
These Pharisees this Caiaphas Arundel	K
What miracle could turn He here again	V
He thwarting their traditions of Himself	S2
He would be found a heretic to Himself	S2
And doom'd to burn alive	U2
So caught I burn	G2
Burn heathen men have borne as much as this	H
For freedom or the sake of those they loved	Z
Or some less cause some cause far less than mine	B2
For every other cause is less than mine	B2
The moth will singe her wings and singed return	G2
Her love of light quenching her fear of pain	V2
How now my soul we do not heed the fire	A2
Faint hearted tut faint stomach'd faint as I am	S
God willing I will burn for Him	S
Who comes	H
A thousand marks are set upon my head	Z
Friend foe perhaps a tussle for it then	V
Nay but my friend Thou art so well disguised	Z
I knew thee not Hast thou brought bread with thee	H
I have not broken bread for fifty hours	H
None I am damn'd already by the Priest	Z
For holding there was bread where bread was none	F
No bread My friends await me yonder Yes	H
Lead on then Up the mountain Is it far	W2
Not far Climb first and reach me down thy hand	Z
I am not like to die for lack of bread	Z
For I must live to testify by fire	A2