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The Duellist - Book Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Ah me what mighty perils wait	A
The man who meddles with a state	A
Whether to strengthen or oppose	B
False are his friends and firm his foes	B
How must his soul once ventured in	C
Plunge blindly on from sin to sin	C
What toils he suffers what disgrace	D
To get and then to keep a place	D
How often whether wrong or right	E
Must he in jest or earnest fight	E
Risking for those both life and limb	F
Who would not risk one groat for him	F
Under the Temple lay a Cave	G
Made by some guilty coward slave	G
Whose actions fear'd rebuke a maze	H
Of intricate and winding ways	H
Not to be found without a clue	I
One passage only known to few	I
In paths direct led to a cell	J
Where Fraud in secret loved to dwell	J
With all her tools and slaves about her	K
Nor fear'd lest Honesty should rout her	K
In a dark corner shunning sight	E
Of man and shrinking from the light	E
One dull dim taper through the cell	J
Glimmering to make more horrible	L
The face of darkness she prepares	M
Working unseen all kinds of snares	M
With curious but destructive art	N
Here through the eye to catch the heart	N
Gay stars their tinsel beams afford	O
Neat artifice to trap a lord	O
There fit for all whom Folly bred	P
Wave plumes of feathers for the head	P
Garters the hag contrives to make	Q
Which as it seems a babe might break	Q
But which ambitious madmen feel	R
More firm and sure than chains of steel	R
Which slipp'd just underneath the knee	S
Forbid a freeman to be free	S
Purses she knew did ever curse	T
Travel more sure than in a purse	T
Which by some strange and magic bands	U
Enslave the soul and tie the hands	U
Here Flattery eldest born of Guile	V
Weaves with rare skill the silken smile	V
The courtly cringe the supple bow	W
The private squeeze the levee vow	W
With which no strange or recent case	D
Fools in deceive fools out of place	D
Corruption who in former times	X
Through fear or shame conceal'd her crimes	X
And what she did contrived to do it	Y
So that the public might not view it	Y
Presumptuous grown unfit was held	Z
For their dark councils and expell'd	Z
Since in the day her business might	E
Be done as safe as in the night	E
Her eye down bending to the ground	A2
Planning some dark and deadly wound	A2
Holding a dagger on which stood	B2
All fresh and reeking drops of blood	C2
Bearing a lantern which of yore	D2
By Treason borrow'd Guy Fawkes bore	D2
By which since they improved in trade	E2
Excisemen have their lanterns made	E2
Assassination her whole mind	F2
Blood thirsting on her arm reclined	F2
Death grinning at her elbow stood	B2
And held forth instruments of blood	C2
Vile instruments which cowards choose	G2
But men of honour dare not use	H2
Around his Lordship and his Grace	D
Both qualified for such a place	D
With many a Forbes and many a Dun	I2
Each a resolved and pious son	I2
Wait her high bidding each prepared	J2
As she around her orders shared	J2
Proof 'gainst remorse to run to fly	K2
And bid the destined victim die	K2
Posting on Villany's black wing	L2
Whether he patriot is or king	L2
Oppression willing to appear	M2
An object of our love not fear	M2
Or at the most a reverend awe	N2
To breed usurp'd the garb of Law	O2
A book she held on which her eyes	P2
Were deeply fix'd whence seem'd to rise	P2
Joy in her breast a book of might	E
Most wonderful which black to white	E
Could turn and without help of laws	Q2
Could make the worse the better cause	R2
She read by flattering hopes deceived	S2
She wish'd and what she wish'd believed	S2
To make that book for ever stand	T2
The rule of wrong through all the land	T2
On the back fair and worthy note	U2
At large was Magna Charta wrote	U2
But turn your eye within and read	P
A bitter lesson Norton's Creed	V2
Ready e'en with a look to run	I2
Fast as the coursers of the sun	I2
To worry Virtue at her hand	T2
Two half starved greyhounds took their stand	T2
A curious model cut in wood	B2
Of a most ancient castle stood	B2
Full in her view the gates were barr'd	W2
And soldiers on the watch kept guard	W2
In the front openly in black	X2
Was wrote The Tower but on the back	X2
Mark'd with a secretary's seal	R
In bloody letters The Bastile	R
Around a table fully bent	Y2
On mischief of most black intent	Y2
Deeply determined that their reign	Z2
Might longer last to work the bane	Z2
Of one firm patriot whose heart tied	A3
To Honour all their power defied	A3
And brought those actions into light	E
They wish'd to have conceal'd in night	E
Begot born bred to infamy	S
A privy council sat of three	S
Great were their names of high repute	B3
And favour through the land of Bute	B3
The first entitled to the place	D
Of Honour both by gown and grace	D
Who never let occasion slip	C3
To take right hand of fellowship	C3
And was so proud that should he meet	D3
The twelve apostles in the street	D3
He'd turn his nose up at them all	R
And shove his Saviour from the wall	R
Who was so mean Meanness and Pride	A3
Still go together side by side	A3
That he would cringe and creep be civil	R
And hold a stirrup for the Devil	R
If in a journey to his mind	F2
He'd let him mount and ride behind	F2
Who basely fawn'd through all his life	E3
For patrons first then for a wife	E3
Wrote Dedications which must make	Q
The heart of every Christian quake	Q
Made one man equal to or more	D2
Than God then left him as before	D2
His God he left and drawn by pride	A3
Shifted about to t' other side	A3
Was by his sire a parson made	E2
Merely to give the boy a trade	E2
But he himself was thereto drawn	F3
By some faint omens of the lawn	F3
And on the truly Christian plan	G3
To make himself a gentleman	I2
A title in which Form array'd him	F
Though Fate ne'er thought on 't when she made him	F
The oaths he took 'tis very true	I
But took them as all wise men do	I
With an intent if things should turn	H3
Rather to temporise than burn	H3
Gospel and loyalty were made	E2
To serve the purposes of trade	E2
Religions are but paper ties	P2
Which bind the fool but which the wise	P2
Such idle notions far above	I3
Draw on and off just like a glove	I3
All gods all kings let his great aim	J3
Be answer'd were to him the same	J3
A curate first he read and read	P
And laid in whilst he should have fed	P
The souls of his neglected flock	K3
Of reading such a mighty stock	K3
That he o'ercharged the weary brain	Z2
With more than she could well contain	Z2
More than she was with spirits fraught	L3
To turn and methodise to thought	L3
And which like ill digested food	M3
To humours turn'd and not to blood	C2
Brought up to London from the plough	W
And pulpit how to make a bow	W
He tried to learn he grew polite	E
And was the poet's parasite	E
With wits conversing and wits then	N3
Were to be found 'mongst noblemen	N3
He caught or would have caught the flame	J3
And would be nothing or the same	J3
He drank with drunkards lived with sinners	O3
Herded with infidels for dinners	O3
With such an emphasis and grace	D
Blasphemed that Potter kept not pace	D
He in the highest reign of noon	N3
Bawled bawdy songs to a psalm tune	N3
Lived with men infamous and vile	R
Truck'd his salvation for a smile	R
To catch their humour caught their plan	N3
And laugh'd at God to laugh with man	N3
Praised them when living in each breath	P3
And damn'd their memories after death	P3
To prove his faith which all admit	Y
Is at least equal to his wit	Y
And make himself a man of note	U2
He in defence of Scripture wrote	U2
So long he wrote and long about it	Y
That e'en believers 'gan to doubt it	Y
He wrote too of the inward light	E
Though no one knew how he came by 't	E
And of that influencing grace	D
Which in his life ne'er found a place	D
He wrote too of the Holy Ghost	E
Of whom no more than doth a post	E
He knew nor should an angel show him	F
Would he or know or choose to know him	F
Next for he knew 'twixt every science	Q3
There was a natural alliance	Q3
He wrote to advance his Maker's praise	H
Comments on rhymes and notes on plays	H
And with an all sufficient air	R3
Placed himself in the critic's chair	R3
Usurp'd o'er Reason full dominion	N3
And govern'd merely by Opin	N3