The Author.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Accursed the man whom Fate ordains in spite	A
And cruel parents teach to read and write	A
What need of letters wherefore should we spell	B
Why write our names A mark will do as well	B
Much are the precious hours of youth misspent	C
In climbing Learning's rugged steep ascent	C
When to the top the bold adventurer's got	D
He reigns vain monarch o'er a barren spot	D
Whilst in the vale of Ignorance below	E
Folly and Vice to rank luxuriance grow	E
Honours and wealth pour in on every side	F
And proud Preferment rolls her golden tide	F
O'er crabbed authors life's gay prime to waste	G
To cramp wild genius in the chains of taste	G
To bear the slavish drudgery of schools	H
And tamely stoop to every pedant's rules	H
For seven long years debarr'd of liberal ease	I
To plod in college trammels to degrees	I
Beneath the weight of solemn toys to groan	J
Sleep over books and leave mankind unknown	J
To praise each senior blockhead's threadbare tale	K
And laugh till reason blush and spirits fail	K
Manhood with vile submission to disgrace	L
And cap the fool whose merit is his place	L
Vice Chancellors whose knowledge is but small	M
And Chancellors who nothing know at all	M
Ill brook'd the generous spirit in those days	N
When learning was the certain road to praise	N
When nobles with a love of science bless'd	O
Approved in others what themselves possess'd	O
But now when Dulness rears aloft her throne	J
When lordly vassals her wide empire own	J
When Wit seduced by Envy starts aside	F
And basely leagues with Ignorance and Pride	F
What now should tempt us by false hopes misled	P
Learning's unfashionable paths to tread	P
To bear those labours which our fathers bore	Q
That crown withheld which they in triumph wore	Q
When with much pains this boasted learning's got	D
'Tis an affront to those who have it not	D
In some it causes hate in others fear	R
Instructs our foes to rail our friends to sneer	R
With prudent haste the worldly minded fool	S
Forgets the little which he learn'd at school	S
The elder brother to vast fortunes born	T
Looks on all science with an eye of scorn	T
Dependent brethren the same features wear	U
And younger sons are stupid as the heir	U
In senates at the bar in church and state	V
Genius is vile and learning out of date	V
Is this oh death to think is this the land	W
Where Merit and Reward went hand in hand	W
Where heroes parent like the poet view'd	X
By whom they saw their glorious deeds renew'd	X
Where poets true to honour tuned their lays	N
And by their patrons sanctified their praise	N
Is this the land where on our Spenser's tongue	Y
Enamour'd of his voice Description hung	Y
Where Jonson rigid Gravity beguiled	Z
Whilst Reason through her critic fences smiled	Z
Where Nature listening stood whilst Shakspeare play'd	A2
And wonder'd at the work herself had made	A2
Is this the land where mindful of her charge	B2
And office high fair Freedom walk'd at large	B2
Where finding in our laws a sure defence	C2
She mock'd at all restraints but those of sense	C2
Where Health and Honour trooping by her side	F
She spread her sacred empire far and wide	F
Pointed the way Affliction to beguile	D2
And bade the face of Sorrow wear a smile	D2
Bade those who dare obey the generous call	M
Enjoy her blessings which God meant for all	M
Is this the land where in some tyrant's reign	E2
When a weak wicked ministerial train	E2
The tools of power the slaves of interest plann'd	W
Their country's ruin and with bribes unmann'd	W
Those wretches who ordain'd in Freedom's cause	F2
Gave up our liberties and sold our laws	G2
When Power was taught by Meanness where to go	E
Nor dared to love the virtue of a foe	E
When like a leprous plague from the foul head	P
To the foul heart her sores Corruption spread	P
Her iron arm when stern Oppression rear'd	H2
And Virtue from her broad base shaken fear'd	H2
The scourge of Vice when impotent and vain	E2
Poor Freedom bow'd the neck to Slavery's chain	E2
Is this the land where in those worst of times	I2
The hardy poet raised his honest rhymes	I2
To dread rebuke and bade Controlment speak	J2
In guilty blushes on the villain's cheek	J2
Bade Power turn pale kept mighty rogues in awe	K2
And made them fear the Muse who fear'd not law	L2
How do I laugh when men of narrow souls	M2
Whom Folly guides and Prejudice controls	M2
Who one dull drowsy track of business trod	N2
Worship their Mammon and neglect their God	N2
Who breathing by one musty set of rules	H
Dote from their birth and are by system fools	H
Who form'd to dulness from their very youth	O2
Lies of the day prefer to gospel truth	O2
Pick up their little knowledge from Reviews	P2
And lay out all their stock of faith in news	P2
How do I laugh when creatures form'd like these	I
Whom Reason scorns and I should blush to please	I
Rail at all liberal arts deem verse a crime	Q2
And hold not truth as truth if told in rhyme	Q2
How do I laugh when Publius hoary grown	J
In zeal for Scotland's welfare and his own	J
By slow degrees and course of office drawn	R2
In mood and figure at the helm to yawn	R2
Too mean the worst of curses Heaven can send	S2
To have a foe too proud to have a friend	S2
Erring by form which blockheads sacred hold	T2
Ne'er making new faults and ne'er mending old	T2
Rebukes my spirit bids the daring Muse	P2
Subjects more equal to her weakness choose	P2
Bids her frequent the haunts of humble swains	P2
Nor dare to traffic in ambitious strains	P2
Bids her indulging the poetic whim	U2
In quaint wrought ode or sonnet pertly trim	U2
Along the church way path complain with Gray	V2
Or dance with Mason on the first of May	V2
'All sacred is the name and power of kings	P2
All states and statesmen are those mighty things	P2
Which howsoe'er they out of course may roll	W2
Were never made for poets to control '	X2
Peace peace thou dotard nor thus vilely deem	Y2
Of sacred numbers and their power blaspheme	Y2
I tell thee wretch search all creation round	Z2
In earth in heaven no subject can be found	Z2
Our God alone except above whose height	A
The poet cannot rise and hold his state	V
The blessed saints above in numbers speak	J2
The praise of God though there all praise is weak	J2
In numbers here below the bard shall teach	A3
Virtue to soar beyond the villain's reach	A3
Shall tear his labouring lungs strain his hoarse throat	B3
And raise his voice beyond the trumpet's note	B3
Should an afflicted country awed by men	C3
Of slavish principles demand his pen	C3
This is a great a glorious point of view	D3
Fit for an English poet to pursue	D3
Undaunted to pursue though in return	E3
His writings by the common hangman burn	E3
How do I laugh when men by fortune placed	G
Above their betters and by rank disgraced	G
Who found their pride on titles which they stain	E2
And mean themselves are of their fathers vain	E2
Who would a bill of privilege prefer	F3
And treat a poet like a creditor	F3
The generous ardour of the Muse condemn	G3
And curse the storm they know must break on them	G3
'What shall a reptile bard a wretch unknown	J
Without one badge of merit but his own	J
Great nobles lash and lords like common men	C3
Smart from the vengeance of a scribbler's pen '	X2
What's in this name of lord that I should fear	R
To bring their vices to the public ear	H3
Flows not the honest blood of humble swains	D3
Quick as the tide which swells a monarch's veins	D3
Monarchs who wealth and titles can bestow	E
Cannot make virtues in succession flow	E
Wouldst thou proud man be safely placed above	I3
The censure of the Muse Deserve her love	I3
Act as thy birth demands as nobles ought	J3
Look back and by thy worthy father taught	J3
Who earn'd those honours thou wert born to wear	U
Follow his steps and be his virtue's heir	U
But if regardless of the road to fame	Y2
You start aside and tread the paths of shame	Y2
If such thy life that should thy sire arise	D3
The sight of such a son would blast his eyes	D3
Would make him curse the hour which gave thee birth	K3
Would drive him shuddering from the face of earth	K3
Once more with shame and sorrow 'mongst the dead	P
In endless night to hide his reverend head	P
If such thy life though kings had made thee more	Q
Than ever king a scoundrel made before	Q
Nay to allow thy pride a deeper spring	L3
Though God in vengeance had made thee a king	L3
Taking on Virtue's wing her daring flight	A
The Muse should drag thee trembling to the light	A
Probe thy foul wounds and lay thy bosom bare	U
To the keen question of the searching air	U
Gods with what pride I see the titled slave	M3
Who smarts beneath the stroke which Satire gave	M3
Aiming at ease and with dishonest art	N3
Striving to hide the feelings of his heart	N3
How do I laugh when with affected air	U
Scarce able through despite to keep his chair	U
Whilst on his trembling lip pale Anger speaks	D3
And the chafed blood flies mounting to his cheeks	D3
He talks of Conscience which good men secures	D3
From all those evil moments Guilt endures	D3
And seems to laugh at those who pay regard	O3
To the wild ravings of a frantic bard	O3
'Satire whilst envy and ill humour sway	V2
The mind of man must always make her way	V2
Nor to a bosom with discretion fraught	J3
Is all her malice worth a single thought	J3
The wise have not the will nor fools the power	F3
To stop her headstrong course within the hour	F3
Left to herself she dies opposing strife	P3
Gives her fresh vigour and prolongs her life	P3
All things her prey and every man her aim	Y2
I can no patent for exemption claim	Y2
Nor would I wish to stop that harmless dart	N3
Which plays around but cannot wound my heart	N3
Though pointed at myself be Satire free	Q3
To her 'tis pleasure and no pain to me '	X2
Dissembling wretch hence to the Stoic school	S
And there amongst thy brethren play the fool	S
There unrebuked these wild vain doctrines preach	A3
Lives there a man whom Satire cannot reach	A3
Lives there a man who calmly can stand by	R3
And see his conscience ripp'd with steady eye	R3
When Satire flies abroad on Falsehood's wing	L3
Short is her life and impotent her sting	L3
But when to Truth allied the wound she gives	D3
Sinks deep and to remotest ages lives	D3
When in the tomb thy pamper'd flesh shall rot	D
And e'en by friends thy memory be forgot	D
Still shalt thou live recorded for thy crimes	D3
Live in her page and stink to after times	D3
Hast thou no feeling yet Come throw off pride	F
And own those passions which thou shalt not hide	F
Sandwich who from the moment of his birth	K3
Made human nature a reproach on earth	K3
Who never dared nor wish'd behind to stay	V2
When Folly Vice and Meanness led the way	V2
Would blush should he be told by Truth and Wit	S3
Those actions which he blush'd not to commit	S3
Men the most infamous are fond of fame	Y2
And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame	Y2
But whither runs my zeal whose rapid force	D3
Turning the brain bears Reason from her course	D3
Carries me back to times when poets bless'd	O
With courage graced the science they profess'd	O
When they in honour rooted firmly stood	T3
The bad to punish and reward the good	T3
When to a flame by public virtue wrought	J3
The foes of freedom they to justice brought	J3
And dared expose those slaves who dared support	U3
A tyrant plan and call'd themselves a Court	U3
Ah what are poets now As slavish those	D3
Who deal in verse as those who deal in prose	D3
Is there an Author search the kingdom round	Z2
In whom true worth and real spirit's found	Z2
The slaves of booksellers or doom'd by Fate	V
To baser chains vile pensioners of state	V
Some dead to shame and of those shackles proud	V3
Which Honour scorns for slavery roar aloud	V3
Others half palsied only mutes become	Y2
And what makes Smollett write makes Johnson dumb	Y2
Why turns yon villain pale Why bends his eye	R3
Inward abash'd when Murphy passes by	R3
Dost thou sage Murphy for a blockhead take	W3
Who wages war with Vice for Virtue's sake	W3
No no like other worldlings you will find	X3
He shifts his sails and catches every wind	X3
His soul the shock of Interest can't endure	Y3
Give him a pension then and sin secure	Y3
With laurell'd wreaths the flatterer's brows adorn	T
Bid Virtue crouch bid Vice exalt her horn	T
Bid cowards thrive put Honesty to flight	A
Murphy shall prove or try to prove it right	A
Try thou state juggler every paltry art	N3
Ransack the inmost closet of my heart	N3
Swear thou'rt my friend by that base oath make way	V2
Into my breast and flatter to betray	V2
Or if those tricks are vain if wholesome doubt	Z3
Detects the fraud and points the villain out	Z3
Bribe those who daily at my board are fed	P
And make them take my life who eat my bread	P
On Authors for defence for praise depend	S2
Pay him but well and Murphy is thy friend	S2
He he shall ready stand with venal rhymes	D3
To varnish guilt and consecrate thy crimes	D3
To make Corruption in false colours shine	A4
And damn his own good name to rescue thine	A4
But if thy niggard hands their gifts withhold	T2
And Vice no longer rains down showers of gold	T2
Expect no mercy facts well grounded teach	A3
Murphy if not rewarded will impeach	A3
What though each man of nice and juster thought	J3
Shunning his steps decrees by Honour taught	J3
He ne'er can be a friend who stoops so low	E
To be the base betrayer of a foe	E
What though with thine together link'd his name	Y2
Must be with thine transmitted down to shame	Y2
To every manly feeling callous grown	J
Rather than not blast thine he 'll blast his own	J
To ope the fountain whence sedition springs	D3
To slander government and libel kings	D3
With Freedom's name to serve a present hour	F3
Though born and bred to arbitrary power	F3
To talk of William with insidious art	N3
Whilst a vile Stuart's lurking in his heart	N3
And whilst mean Envy rears her loathsome head	P
Flattering the living to abuse the dead	P
Where is Shebbeare Oh let not foul reproach	B4
Travelling thither in a city coach	B4
The pillory dare to name the whole intent	C
Of that parade was fame not punishment	C4
And that old staunch Whig Beardmore standing by	R3
Can in full court give that report the lie	R3
With rude unnatural jargon to support	U3
Half Scotch half English a declining court	U3
To make most glaring contraries unite	A
And prove beyond dispute that black is white	A
To make firm Honour tamely league with Shame	Y2
Make Vice and Virtue differ but in name	Y2
To prove that chains and freedom are but one	D4
That to be saved must mean to be undone	D4
Is there not Guthrie Who like him can call	M
All opposites to proof and conquer all	M
He calls forth living waters from the rock	E4
He calls forth children from the barren stock	E4
He far beyond the springs of Nature led	P
Makes women bring forth after they are dead	P
He on a curious new and happy plan	F4
In wedlock's sacred bands joins man to man	F4
And to complete the whole most strange but true	D3
By some rare magic makes them fruitful too	D3
Whilst from their loins in the due course of years	D3
Flows the rich blood of Guthrie's 'English Peers '	X2
Dost thou contrive some blacker deed of shame	Y2
Something which Nature shudders but to name	Y2
Something which makes the soul of man retreat	G4
And the life blood run backward to her seat	G4
Dost thou contrive for some base private end	S2
Some selfish view to hang a trusting friend	S2
To lure him on e'en to his parting breath	H4
And promise life to work him surer death	H4
Grown old in villany and dead to grace	D3
Hell in his heart and Tyburn in his face	D3
Behold a parson at thy elbow stands	D3
Lowering damnation and with open hands	D3
Ripe to betray his Saviour for reward	I4
The Atheist chaplain of an Atheist lord	I4
Bred to the church and for the gown decreed	J4
Ere it was known that I should learn to read	P
Though that was nothing for my friends who knew	D3
What mighty Dulness of itself could do	D3
Never design'd me for a working priest	K4
But hoped I should have been a Dean at least	K4
Condemn'd like many more and worthier men	C3
To whom I pledge the service of my pen	C3
Condemn'd whilst proud and pamper'd sons of lawn	R2
Cramm'd to the throat in lazy plenty yawn	R2
In pomp of reverend beggary to appear	R
To pray and starve on forty pounds a year	R
My friends who never felt the galling load	L4
Lament that I forsook the packhorse road	L4
Whilst Virtue to my conduct witness bears	D3
In throwing off that gown which Francis wears	D3
What creature's that so very pert and prim	Y2
So very full of foppery and whim	Y2
So gentle yet so brisk so wondrous sweet	G4
So fit to prattle at a lady's feet	G4
Who looks as he the Lord's rich vineyard trod	N2
And by his garb appears a man of God	N2
Trust not to looks nor credit outward show	E
The villain lurks beneath the cassock'd beau	E
That's an informer what avails the name	Y2
Suffice it that the wretch from Sodom came	Y2
His tongue is deadly from his presence run	D4
Unless thy rage would wish to be undone	D4
No ties can hold him no affection bind	X3
And fear alone restrains his coward mind	X3
Free him from that no monster is so fell	B
Nor is so sure a blood hound found in Hell	B
His silken smiles his hypocritic air	U
His meek demeanour plausible and fair	U
Are only worn to pave Fraud's easier way	V2
And make gull'd Virtue fall a surer prey	V2
Attend his church his plan of doctrine view	D3
The preacher is a Christian dull but true	D3
But when the hallow'd hour of preaching's o'er	F3
That plan of doctrine's never thought of more	Q
Christ is laid by neglected on the shelf	M4
And the vile priest is gospel to himself	M4
By Cleland tutor'd and with Blacow bred	P
Blacow whom by a brave resentment led	P
Oxford if Oxford had not sunk in fame	Y2
Ere this had damn'd to everlasting shame	Y2
Their steps he follows and their crimes partakes	D3
To virtue lost to vice alone he wakes	D3
Most lusciously declaims 'gainst luscious themes	D3
And whilst he rails at blasphemy blasphemes	D3
Are these the arts which policy supplies	D3
Are these the steps by which grave churchmen rise	D3
Forbid it Heaven or should it turn out so	D3
Let me and mine continue mean and low	D3
Such be their arts whom interest controls	D3
Kidgell and I have free and modest souls	D3
We scorn preferment which is gain'd by sin	N4
And will though poor without have peace within	N4

Charles Churchill

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