The Conference Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Grace said in form which sceptics must agreeA
When they are told that grace was said by meA
The servants gone to break the scurvy jestB
On the proud landlord and his threadbare guestB
'The King' gone round my lady too withdrawnC
My lord in usual taste began to yawnC
And lolling backward in his elbow chairD
With an insipid kind of stupid stareD
Picking his teeth twirling his seals aboutE
Churchill you have a poem coming outE
You've my best wishes but I really fearF
Your Muse in general is too severeF
Her spirit seems her interest to opposeG
And where she makes one friend makes twenty foesG
C Your lordship's fears are just I feel their forceH
But only feel it as a thing of courseH
The man whose hardy spirit shall engageI
To lash the vices of a guilty ageI
At his first setting forward ought to knowJ
That every rogue he meets must be his foeJ
That the rude breath of satire will provokeK
Many who feel and more who fear the strokeK
But shall the partial rage of selfish menL
From stubborn Justice wrench the righteous penL
Or shall I not my settled course pursueM
Because my foes are foes to Virtue tooM
L What is this boasted Virtue taught in schoolsN
And idly drawn from antiquated rulesN
What is her use Point out one wholesome endO
Will she hurt foes or can she make a friendO
When from long fasts fierce appetites ariseP
Can this same Virtue stifle Nature's criesP
Can she the pittance of a meal affordQ
Or bid thee welcome to one great man's boardQ
When northern winds the rough December armR
With frost and snow can Virtue keep thee warmS
Canst thou dismiss the hard unfeeling dunT
Barely by saying thou art Virtue's sonT
Or by base blundering statesmen sent to jailU
Will Mansfield take this Virtue for thy bailU
Believe it not the name is in disgraceV
Virtue and Temple now are out of placeV
Quit then this meteor whose delusive rayW
Prom wealth and honour leads thee far astrayW
True virtue means let Reason use her eyesP
Nothing with fools and interest with the wiseP
Wouldst thou be great her patronage disclaimX
Nor madly triumph in so mean a nameX
Let nobler wreaths thy happy brows adornY
And leave to Virtue poverty and scornY
Let Prudence be thy guide who doth not knowJ
How seldom Prudence can with Virtue goJ
To be successful try thy utmost forceH
And Virtue follows as a thing of courseH
Hirco who knows not Hirco stains the bedZ
Of that kind master who first gave him breadZ
Scatters the seeds of discord through the landA2
Breaks every public every private bandA2
Beholds with joy a trusting friend undoneT
Betrays a brother and would cheat a sonT
What mortal in his senses can endureB2
The name of Hirco for the wretch is poorC2
Let him hang drown starve on a dunghill rotD2
By all detested live and die forgotD2
Let him a poor return in every breathE2
Feel all Death's pains yet be whole years in deathE2
Is now the general cry we all pursueM
Let Fortune change and Prudence changes tooM
Supple and pliant a new system feelsF2
Throws up her cap and spaniels at his heelsF2
Long live great Hirco cries by interest taughtG2
And let his foes though I prove one be noughtG2
C Peace to such men if such men can have peaceH2
Let their possessions let their state increaseH2
Let their base services in courts strike rootG2
And in the season bring forth golden fruitG2
I envy not let those who have the willI2
And with so little spirit so much skillI2
With such vile instruments their fortunes carveJ2
Rogues may grow fat an honest man dares starveJ2
L These stale conceits thrown off let us advanceK2
For once to real life and quit romanceK2
Starve pretty talking but I fain would viewM
That man that honest man would do it tooM
Hence to yon mountain which outbraves the skyL2
And dart from pole to pole thy strengthen'd eyeL2
Through all that space you shall not view one manM2
Not one who dares to act on such a planM2
Cowards in calms will say what in a stormS
The brave will tremble at and not performS
Thine be the proof and spite of all you've saidG2
You'd give your honour for a crust of breadG2
C What proof might do what hunger might effectG2
What famish'd Nature looking with neglectG2
On all she once held dear what fear at strifeN2
With fainting virtue for the means of lifeN2
Might make this coward flesh in love with breathE2
Shuddering at pain and shrinking back from deathE2
In treason to my soul descend to boarO2
Trusting to fate I neither know nor careD
Once at this hour those wounds afresh I feelP2
Which nor prosperity nor time can healP2
Those wounds which Fate severely hath decreedG2
Mention'd or thought of must for ever bleedG2
Those wounds which humbled all that pride of manM2
Which brings such mighty aid to Virtue's planM2
Once awed by Fortune's most oppressive frownQ2
By legal rapine to the earth bow'd clownQ2
My credit at last gasp my state undoneT
Trembling to meet the shock I could not shunT
Virtue gave ground and blank despair prevail'dG2
Sinking beneath the storm my spirits fail'dG2
Like Peter's faith till one a friend indeedG2
May all distress find such in time of needG2
One kind good man in act in word in thoughtG2
By Virtue guided and by Wisdom taughtG2
Image of Him whom Christians should adoreO2
Stretch'd forth his hand and brought me safe to shoreO2
Since by good fortune into notice raisedG2
And for some little merit largely praisedG2
Indulged in swerving from prudential rulesN
Hated by rogues and not beloved by foolsN
Placed above want shall abject thirst of wealthR2
So fiercely war 'gainst my soul's dearest healthR2
That as a boon I should base shackles craveS2
And born to freedom make myself a slaveS2
That I should in the train of those appearF
Whom Honour cannot love nor Manhood fearF
That I no longer skulk from street to streetG2
Afraid lest duns assail and bailiffs meetG2
That I from place to place this carcase bearD
Walk forth at large and wander free as airD
That I no longer dread the awkward friendG2
Whose very obligations must offendG2
Nor all too froward with impatience burnT2
At suffering favours which I can't returnT2
That from dependence and from pride secureB2
I am not placed so high to scorn the poorC2
Nor yet so low that I my lord should fearF
Or hesitate to give him sneer for sneerF
That whilst sage Prudence my pursuits confirmsU2
I can enjoy the world on equal termsU2
That kind to others to myself most trueM
Feeling no want I comfort those who doM
And with the will have power to aid distressV2
These and what other blessings I possessV2
From the indulgence of the public riseP
All private patronage my soul defiesP
By candour more inclined to save than damnW2
A generous Public made me what I amW2
All that I have they gave just Memory bearsX2
The grateful stamp and what I am is theirsX2
L To feign a red hot zeal for Freedom's causeY2
To mouth aloud for liberties and lawsZ2
For public good to bellow all abroadG2
Serves well the purposes of private fraudG2
Prudence by public good intends her ownA3
If you mean otherwise you stand aloneA3
What do we mean by country and by courtG2
What is it to oppose what to supportG2
Mere words of course and what is more absurdG2
Than to pay homage to an empty wordG2
Majors and minors differ but in nameX
Patriots and ministers are much the sameX
The only difference after all their routG2
Is that the one is in the other outG2
Explore the dark recesses of the mindG2
In the soul's honest volume read mankindG2
And own in wise and simple great and smallB3
The same grand leading principle in allB3
Whate'er we talk of wisdom to the wiseP
Of goodness to the good of public tiesP
Which to our country link of private bandsC3
Which claim most dear attention at our handsC3
For parent and for child for wife and friendG2
Our first great mover and our last great endG2
Is one and by whatever name we callB3
The ruling tyL2

Charles Churchill



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