The Ghost. Book Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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It was the hour when housewife Morn	A
With pearl and linen hangs each thorn	A
When happy bards who can regale	B
Their Muse with country air and ale	B
Ramble afield to brooks and bowers	C
To pick up sentiments and flowers	C
When dogs and squires from kennel fly	B
And hogs and farmers quit their sty	B
When my lord rises to the chase	D
And brawny chaplain takes his place	D
These images or bad or good	E
If they are rightly understood	E
Sagacious readers must allow	B
Proclaim us in the country now	B
For observations mostly rise	F
From objects just before our eyes	F
And every lord in critic wit	G
Can tell you where the piece was writ	G
Can point out as he goes along	H
And who shall dare to say he's wrong	H
Whether the warmth for bards we know	I
At present never more than glow	I
Was in the town or country caught	J
By the peculiar turn of thought	K
It was the hour though critics frown	L
We now declare ourselves in Town	L
Nor will a moment's pause allow	B
For finding when we came or how	B
The man who deals in humble prose	M
Tied down by rule and method goes	M
But they who court the vigorous Muse	N
Their carriage have a right to choose	N
Free as the air and unconfined	O
Swift as the motions of the mind	O
The poet darts from place to place	D
And instant bounds o'er time and space	D
Nature whilst blended fire and skill	B
Inflame our passions to his will	B
Smiles at her violated laws	P
And crowns his daring with applause	P
Should there be still some rigid few	Q
Who keep propriety in view	Q
Whose heads turn round and cannot bear	R
This whirling passage through the air	R
Free leave have such at home to sit	G
And write a regimen for wit	G
To clip our pinions let them try	B
Not having heart themselves to fly	B
It was the hour when devotees	S
Breathe pious curses on their knees	S
When they with prayers the day begin	T
To sanctify a night of sin	T
When rogues of modesty who roam	U
Under the veil of night sneak home	U
That free from all restraint and awe	V
Just to the windward of the law	B
Less modest rogues their tricks may play	B
And plunder in the face of day	B
But hold whilst thus we play the fool	B
In bold contempt of every rule	B
Things of no consequence expressing	W
Describing now and now digressing	W
To the discredit of our skill	B
The main concern is standing still	B
In plays indeed when storms of rage	X
Tempestuous in the soul engage	X
Or when the spirits weak and low	I
Are sunk in deep distress and woe	I
With strict propriety we hear	Y
Description stealing on the ear	Y
And put off feeling half an hour	Z
To thatch a cot or paint a flower	Z
But in these serious works design'd	O
To mend the morals of mankind	O
We must for ever be disgraced	A2
With all the nicer sons of Taste	A2
If once the shadow to pursue	Q
We let the substance out of view	Q
Our means must uniformly tend	B2
In due proportion to their end	B2
And every passage aptly join	C2
To bring about the one design	D2
Our friends themselves cannot admit	G
This rambling wild digressive wit	G
No not those very friends who found	E2
Their credit on the self same ground	E2
Peace my good grumbling sir for once	F2
Sunk in the solemn formal dunce	F2
This coxcomb shall your fears beguile	B
We will be dull that you may smile	B
Come Method come in all thy pride	G2
Dulness and Whitehead by thy side	G2
Dulness and Method still are one	H2
And Whitehead is their darling son	H2
Not he whose pen above control	B
Struck terror to the guilty soul	B
Made Folly tremble through her state	I2
And villains blush at being great	I2
Whilst he himself with steady face	F2
Disdaining modesty and grace	F2
Could blunder on through thick and thin	T
Through every mean and servile sin	T
Yet swear by Philip and by Paul	B
He nobly scorn'd to blush at all	B
But he who in the Laureate chair	R
By grace not merit planted there	R
In awkward pomp is seen to sit	G
And by his patent proves his wit	G
For favours of the great we know	I
Can wit as well as rank bestow	I
And they who without one pretension	H2
Can get for fools a place or pension	H2
Must able be supposed of course	F2
If reason is allow'd due force	F2
To give such qualities and grace	F2
As may equip them for the place	F2
But he who measures as he goes	F2
A mongrel kind of tinkling prose	F2
And is too frugal to dispense	F2
At once both poetry and sense	F2
Who from amidst his slumbering guards	F2
Deals out a charge to subject bards	F2
Where couplets after couplets creep	J2
Propitious to the reign of sleep	J2
Yet every word imprints an awe	V
And all his dictates pass for law	B
With beaux who simper all around	E2
And belles who die ill every sound	E2
For in all things of this relation	H2
Men mostly judge from situation	H2
Nor in a thousand find we one	H2
Who really weighs what's said or done	H2
They deal out censure or give credit	K2
Merely from him who did or said it	G
But he who happily serene	L2
Means nothing yet would seem to mean	L2
Who rules and cautions can dispense	F2
With all that humble insolence	F2
Which Impudence in vain would teach	M2
And none but modest men can reach	M2
Who adds to sentiments the grace	F2
Of always being out of place	F2
And drawls out morals with an air	R
A gentleman would blush to wear	R
Who on the chastest simplest plan	N2
As chaste as simple as the man	N2
Without or character or plot	J
Nature unknown and Art forgot	J
Can with much raking of the brains	F2
And years consumed in letter'd pains	F2
A heap of words together lay	B
And smirking call the thing a play	B
Who champion sworn in Virtue's cause	F2
'Gainst Vice his tiny bodkin draws	F2
But to no part of prudence stranger	Z
First blunts the point for fear of danger	Z
So nurses sage as caution works	F2
When children first use knives and forks	F2
For fear of mischief it is known	O2
To others' fingers or their own	O2
To take the edge off wisely choose	F2
Though the same stroke takes off the use	F2
Thee Whitehead thee I now invoke	P2
Sworn foe to Satire's generous stroke	P2
Which makes unwilling Conscience feel	B
And wounds but only wounds to heal	B
Good natured easy creature mild	Q2
And gentle as a new born child	Q2
Thy heart would never once admit	G
E'en wholesome rigour to thy wit	G
Thy head if Conscience should comply	B
Its kind assistance would deny	B
And lend thee neither force nor art	R2
To drive it onward to the heart	R2
Oh may thy sacred power control	B
Bach fiercer working of my soul	B
Damp every spark of genuine fire	Z
And languors like thine own inspire	S2
Trite be each thought and every line	D2
As moral and as dull as thine	D2
Poised in mid air it matters not	J
To ascertain the very spot	J
Nor yet to give you a relation	H2
How it eluded gravitation	H2
Hung a watch tower by Vulcan plann'd	T2
With such rare skill by Jove's command	T2
That every word which whisper'd here	Y
Scarce vibrates to the neighbour ear	Y
On the still bosom of the air	R
Is borne and heard distinctly there	R
The palace of an ancient dame	U2
Whom men as well as gods call Fame	U2
A prattling gossip on whose tongue	V2
Proof of perpetual motion hung	V2
Whose lungs in strength all lungs surpass	F2
Like her own trumpet made of brass	F2
Who with an hundred pair of eyes	F2
The vain attacks of sleep defies	F2
Who with an hundred pair of wings	F2
News from the furthest quarters brings	F2
Sees hears and tells untold before	W2
All that she knows and ten times more	W2
Not all the virtues which we find	O
Concenter'd in a Hunter's mind	O
Can make her spare the rancorous tale	B
If in one point she chance to fail	B
Or if once in a thousand years	F2
A perfect character appears	F2
Such as of late with joy and pride	G2
My soul possess'd ere Arrow died	G2
Or such as Envy must allow	B
The world enjoys in Hunter now	B
This hag who aims at all alike	X2
At virtues e'en like theirs will strike	X2
And make faults in the way of trade	Y2
When she can't find them ready made	Y2
All things she takes in small and great	I2
Talks of a toy shop and a state	I2
Of wits and fools of saints and kings	F2
Of garters stars and leading strings	F2
Of old lords fumbling for a clap	Z2
And young ones full of prayer and pap	Z2
Of courts of morals and tye wigs	F2
Of bears and Serjeants dancing jigs	F2
Of grave professors at the bar	A3
Learning to thrum on the guitar	A3
Whilst laws are slubber'd o'er in haste	A2
And Judgment sacrificed to Taste	A2
Of whited sepulchres lawn sleeves	F2
And God's house made a den of thieves	F2
Of funeral pomps where clamours hung	V2
And fix'd disgrace on every tongue	V2
Whilst Sense and Order blush'd to see	F2
Nobles without humanity	F2
Of coronations where each heart	R2
With honest raptures bore a part	R2
Of city feasts where Elegance	F2
Was proud her colours to advance	F2
And Gluttony uncommon case	F2
Could only get the second place	F2
Of new raised pillars in the state	I2
Who must be good as being great	I2
Of shoulders on which honours sit	G
Almost as clumsily as wit	G
Of doughty knights whom titles please	F2
But not the payment of the fees	F2
Of lectures whither every fool	B
In second childhood goes to school	B
Of graybeards deaf to Reason's call	B
From Inn of Court or City Hall	B
Whom youthful appetites enslave	B3
With one foot fairly in the grave	B3
By help of crutch a needful brother	Z
Learning of Hart to dance with t'other	Z
Of doctors regularly bred	C3
To fill the mansions of the dead	C3
Of quacks for quacks they must be still	B
Who save when forms require to kill	B
Who life and health and vigour give	D3
To him not one would wish to live	E3
Of artists who with noblest view	Q
Disinterested plans pursue	Q
For trembling worth the ladder raise	F2
And mark out the ascent to praise	F2
Of arts and sciences where meet	F3
Sublime profound and all complete	F3
A set whom at some fitter time	G3
The Muse shall consecrate in rhyme	G3
Who humble artists to out do	Q
A far more liberal plan pursue	Q
And let their well judged premiums fall	B
On those who have no worth at all	B
Of sign post exhibitions raised	H3
For laughter more than to be praised	H3
Though by the way we cannot see	F2
Why Praise and Laughter mayn't agree	F2
Where genuine humour runs to waste	A2
And justly chides our want of taste	A2
Censured like other things though good	E
Because they are not understood	E
To higher subjects now she soars	F2
And talks of politics and whores	F2
If to your nice and chaster ears	F2
That term indelicate appears	F2
Scripture politely shall refine	D2
And melt it into concubine	D2
In the same breath spreads Bourbon's league	I3
And publishes the grand intrigue	I3
In Brussels or our own Gazette	J3
Makes armies fight which never met	J3
And circulates the pox or plague	K3
To London by the way of Hague	K3
For all the lies which there appear	L3
Stamp'd with authority come here	Y
Borrows as freely from the gabble	B
Of some rude leader of a rabble	B
Or from the quaint harangues of those	F2
Who lead a nation by the nose	F2
As from those storms which void of art	R2
Burst from our honest patriot's heart	R2
When Eloquence and Virtue late	I2
Remark'd to live in mutual hate	I2
Fond of each other's friendship grown	O2
Claim every sentence for their own	O2
And with an equal joy recites	F2
Parade amours and half pay fights	F2
Perform'd by heroes of fair weather	Z
Merely by dint of lace and feather	Z
As those rare acts which Honour taught	K
Our daring sons where Granby fought	K
Or those which with superior skill	B
Sackville achieved by standing still	B
This hag the curious if they please	F2
May search from earliest times to these	F2
And poets they will always see	F2
With gods and goddesses make free	F2
Treating them all except the Muse	F2
As scarcely fit to wipe their shoes	F2
Who had beheld from first to last	M3
How our triumvirate had pass'd	M3
Night's dreadful interval and heard	N3
With strict attention every word	N3
Soon as she saw return of light	O3
On sounding pinions took her flight	O3
Swift through the regions of the sky	B
Above the reach of human eye	B
Onward she drove the furious blast	M3
And rapid as a whirlwind pass'd	M3
O'er countries once the seats of Taste	A2
By Time and Ignorance laid waste	A2
O'er lands where former ages saw	B
Reason and Truth the only law	B
Where Arts and Arms and Public Love	P3
In generous emulation strove	Q3
Where kings were proud of legal sway	B
And subjects happy to obey	B
Though now in slavery sunk and broke	P2
To Superstition's galling yoke	P2
Of Arts of Arms no more they tell	B
Or Freedom which with Science fell	B
By tyrants awed who never find	O
The passage to their people's mind	O
To whom the joy was never known	O2
Of planting in the heart their throne	O2
Far from all prospect of relief	R3
Their hours in fruitless prayers and grief	R3
For loss of blessings they employ	B
Which we unthankfully enjoy	B
Now is the time had we the will	B
To amaze the reader with our skill	B
To pour out such a flood of knowledge	S3
As might suffice for a whole college	T3
Whilst with a true poetic force	F2
We traced the goddess in her course	F2
Sweetly describing in our flight	O3
Each common and uncommon sight	O3
Making our journal gay and pleasant	U3
With things long past and things now present	U3
Rivers once nymphs a transformation	H2
Is mighty pretty in relation	H2
From great authorities we know	I
Will matter for a tale bestow	I
To make the observation clear	L3
We give our friends an instance here	Y
The day that never is forgot	J
Was very fine but very hot	J
The nymph another general rule	B
Inflamed with heat laid down to cool	B
Her hair we no exceptions find	O
Waved careless floating in the wind	O
Her heaving breasts like summer seas	F2
Seem'd amorous of the playful breeze	F2
Should fond Description tune our lays	F2
In choicest accents to her praise	F2
Description we at last should find	O
Baffled and weak would halt behind	O
Nature had form'd her to inspire	S2
In every bosom soft desire	Z
Passions to raise she could not feel	B
Wounds to inflict she would not heal	B
A god his name is no great matter	Z
Perhaps a Jove perhaps a Satyr	Z
Raging with lust a godlike flame	U2
By chance as usual thither came	U2
With gloating eye the fair one view'd	V3
Desired her first and then pursued	V3
She for what other can she do	Q
Must fly or how can he pursue	Q
The Muse so custom hath decreed	W3
Now proves her spirit by her speed	W3
Nor must one limping line disgrace	F2
The life and vigour of the race	F2
She runs and he runs till at length	X3
Quite destitute of breath and strength	X3
To Heaven for there we all apply	B
For help when there's no other nigh	B
She offers up her virgin prayer	Z
Can virgins pray unpitied there	Z
And when the god thinks he has caught her	Z
Slips through his hands and runs to water	Z
Becomes a stream in which the poet	K2
If he has any wit may show it	G
A city once for power renown'd	E2
Now levell'd even to the ground	E2
Beyond all doubt is a direction	H2
To introduce some fine reflection	H2
Ah woeful me ah woeful man	N2
Ah woeful all do all we can	N2
Who can on earthly things depend	B2
From one to t'other moment's end	B2
Honour wit genius wealth and glory	Z
Good lack good lack are transitory	Z
Nothing is sure and stable found	E2
The very earth itself turns round	E2
Monarchs nay ministers must die	B
Must rot must stink ah me ah why	B
Cities themselves in time decay	B
If cities thus ah well a day	B
If brick and mortar have an end	B2
On what can flesh and blood depend	B2
Ah woeful me ah woeful man	N2
Ah woeful all do all we can	N2
England for that's at last the scene	L2
Though worlds on worlds should rise between	L2
Whither we must our course pursue	Q
England should call into review	Q
Times long since past indeed but not	J
By Englishmen to be forgot	J
Though England once so dear to Fame	U2
Sinks in Great Britain's dearer name	U2
Here could we mention chiefs of old	Y3
In plain and rugged honour bold	Y3
To Virtue kind to Vice severe	Z
Strangers to bribery and fear	Z
Who kept no wretched clans in awe	V
Who never broke or warp'd the law	B
Patriots whom in her better days	F2
Old Rome might have been proud to raise	F2
Who steady to their country's claim	U2
Boldly stood up in Freedom's name	U2
E'en to the teeth of tyrant Pride	G2
And when they could no more they died	G2
There striking contrast might we place	F2
A servile mean degenerate race	F2
Hirelings who valued nought but gold	Y3
By the best bidder bought and sold	Y3
Truants from Honour's sacred laws	F2
Betrayers of their country's cause	F2
The dupes of party tools of power	Z
Slaves to the minion of an hour	Z
Lackies who watch'd a favourite's nod	Z3
And took a puppet for their god	Z3
Sincere and honest in our rhymes	F2
How might we praise these happier times	F2
How might the Muse exalt her lays	F2
And wanton in a monarch's praise	F2
Tell of a prince in England born	A
Whose virtues England's crown adorn	A
In youth a pattern unto age	X
So chaste so pious and so sage	X
Who true to all those sacred bands	F2
Which private happiness demands	F2
Yet never lets them rise above	P3
The stronger ties of public love	P3
With conscious pride see England stand	T2
Our holy Charter in her hand	T2
She waves it round and o'er the isle	B
See Liberty and Courage smile	B
No more she mourns her treasures hurl'd	A4
In subsidies to all the world	A4
No more by foreign threats dismay'd	Y2
No more deceived with foreign aid	Y2
She deals out sums to petty states	F2
Whom Honour scorns and Reason hates	F2
But wiser by experience grown	O2
Finds safety in herself alone	O2
'Whilst thus ' she cries 'my children stand	T2
An honest valiant native band	T2
A train'd militia brave and free	Z
True to their king and true to me	Z
No foreign hirelings shall be known	O2
Nor need we hirelings of our own	O2
Under a just and pious reign	B4
The statesman's sophistry is vain	B4
Vain is each vile corrupt pretence	F2
These are my natural defence	F2
Their faith I know and they shall prove	C4
The bulwark of the king they love '	D4
These and a thousand things beside	G2
Did we consult a poet's pride	G2
Some gay some serious might be said	C3
But ten to one they'd not be read	C3
Or were they by some curious few	Q
Not even those would think them true	Q
For from the time that Jubal first	E4
Sweet ditties to the harp rehearsed	E4
Poets have always been suspected	F4
Of having truth in rhyme neglected	F4
That bard except who from his youth	G4
Equally famed for faith and truth	G4
By Prudence taught in courtly chime	G3
To courtly ears brought truth in rhyme	G3
But though to poets we allow	B
No matter when acquired or how	B
From truth unbounded deviation	H2
Which custom calls Imagination	H2
Yet can't they be supposed to lie	B
One half so fast as Fame can fly	B
Therefore to solve this Gordian knot	J
A point we almost had forgot	J
To courteous readers be it known	O2
That fond of verse and falsehood grown	O2
Whilst we in sweet digression sung	V2
Fame check'd her flight and held her tongue	V2
And now pursues with double force	F2
And double speed her destined course	F2
Nor stops till she the place arrives	F2
Where Genius starves and Dulness thrives	F2
Where riches virtue are esteem'd	H4
And craft is truest wisdom deem'd	H4
Where Commerce proudly rears her throne	O2
In state to other lands unknown	O2
Where to be cheated and to cheat	F3
Strangers from every quarter meet	F3
Where Christians Jews and Turks shake hands	F2
United in commercial bands	F2
All of one faith and that to own	O2
No god but Interest alone	O2
When gods and goddesses come down	L
To look about them here in Town	L
For change of air is understood	E
By sons of Physic to be good	E
In due proportions now and then	I4
For these same gods as well as men	I4
By custom ruled and not a poet	K2
So very dull but he must know it	G
In order to remain incog	V2
They always travel in a fog	V2
For if we majesty expose	F2
To vulgar eyes too cheap it grows	F2
The force is lost and free from awe	V
We spy and censure every flaw	B
But well preserved from public view	Q
It always breaks forth fresh and new	Q
Fierce as the sun in all his pride	G2
It shines and not a spot's descried	G2
Was Jove to lay his thunder by	B
And with his brethren of the sky	B
Descend to earth and frisk about	G2
Like chattering N from rout to rout	G2
He would be found with all his host	G2
A nine days' wonder at the most	G2
Would we in trim our honours wear	Z
We must preserve them from the air	Z
What is familiar men neglect	G2
However worthy of respect	G2
Did they not find a certain friend	G2
In Novelty to recommend	G2
Such we by sad experience find	G2
The wretched folly of mankind	G2
Venus might unattractive shine	D2
And Hunter fix no eyes but mine	D2
But Fame who never cared a jot	G2
Whether she was admired or not	G2
And never blush'd to show her face	F2
At any time in any place	F2
In her own shape without disguise	F2
And visible to mortal eyes	F2
On 'Change exact at seven o'clock	V2
Alighted on the weathercock	V2
Which planted there time out of mind	G2
To note the changes of the wind	G2
Might no improper emblem be	Z
Of her own mutability	G2
Thrice did she sound her trump the same	U2
Which from the first belong'd to Fame	U2
An old ill favour'd instrument	G2
With which the goddess was content	G2
Though under a politer race	F2
Bagpipes might well supply its place	F2
And thrice awaken'd by the sound	G2
A general din prevail'd around	G2
Confusion through the city pass'd	G2
And Fear bestrode the dreadful blast	G2
Those fragrant currents which we meet	G2
Distilling soft through every street	G2
Affrighted from the usual course	F2
Ran murmuring upwards to their source	F2
Statues wept tears of blood as fast	G2
As when a Caesar breathed his last	G2
Horses which always used to go	V2
A foot pace in my Lord Mayor's show	V2
Impetuous from their stable broke	V2
And aldermen and oxen spoke	V2
Halls felt the force towers shook around	G2
And steeples nodded to the ground	G2
St Paul himself strange sight was seen	L2
To bow as humbly as the Dean	L2
The Mansion House for ever placed	G2
A monument of City taste	G2
Trembled and seem'd aloud to groan	O2
Through all that hideous weight of stone	O2
To still the sound or stop her ears	F2
Remove the cause or sense of fears	F2
Physic in college seated high	B
Would anything but medicine try	B
No more in Pewterer's Hall was heard	G2
The proper force of every word	G2
Those seats were desolate become	J4
A hapless Elocution dumb	J4
Form city born and city bred	G2
By strict Decorum ever led	G2
Who threescore years had known the grace	F2
Of one dull stiff unvaried pace	F2
Terror prevailing over Pride	G2
Was seen to take a larger stride	G2
Worn to the bone and clothed in rags	F2
See Avarice closer hug his bags	F2
With her own weight unwieldy grown	O2
See Credit totter on her throne	O2
Virtue alone had she been there	Z
The mighty sound unmoved could bear	Z
Up from the gorgeous bed where Fate	G2
Dooms annual fools to sleep in state	G2
To sleep so sound that not one gleam	K4
Of Fancy can provoke a dream	K4
Great Dulman started at the sound	G2
Gaped rubb'd his eyes and stared around	G2
Much did he wish to know much fear	Z
Whence sounds so horrid struck his ear	Z
So much unlike those peaceful notes	F2
That equal harmony which floats	F2
On the dull wing of City air	Z
Grave prelude to a feast or fair	Z
Much did he inly ruminate	G2
Concerning the decrees of Fate	G2
Revolving though to little end	G2
What this same trumpet might portend	G2
Could the French no that could not be	Z
Under Bute's active ministry	Z
Too watchful to be so deceived	G2
Have stolen hither unperceived	G2
To Newfoundland indeed we know	V2
Fleets of war unobserved may go	V2
Or if observed may be supposed	G2
At intervals when Reason dozed	G2
No other point in view to bear	Z
But pleasure health and change of air	Z
But Reason ne'er could sleep so sound	G2
To let an enemy be found	G2
In our land's heart ere it was known	O2
They had departed from their own	O2
Or could his successor Ambition	H2
Is ever haunted with suspicion	H2
His daring successor elect	G2
All customs rules and forms reject	G2
And aim regardless of the crime	G3
To seize the chair before his time	G3
Or deeming this the lucky hour	Z
Seeing his countrymen in power	Z
Those countrymen who from the first	G2
In tumults and rebellion nursed	G2
Howe'er they wear the mask of art	G2
Still love a Stuart in their heart	G2
Could Scottish Charles	F2
Conjecture thus	F2
That mental ignis fatuus	F2
Led his poor brains a weary dance	F2
From France to England hence to France	F2
Till Information in the shape	L4
Of chaplain learned good Sir Crape	L4
A lazy lounging pamper'd priest	G2
Well known at every city feast	G2
For he was seen much oftener there	Z
Than in the house of God at prayer	Z
Who always ready in his place	F2
Ne'er let God's creatures wait for grace	F2
Though as the best historians write	G2
Less famed for faith than appetite	G2
His disposition to reveal	B
The grace was short and long the meal	B
Who always would excess admit	G2
If haunch or turtle came with it	G2
And ne'er engaged in the defence	F2
Of self denying Abstinence	F2
When he could fortunately meet	G2
With anything he liked to eat	G2
Who knew that wine on Scripture plan	N2
Was made to cheer the heart of man	N2
Knew too by long experience taught	G2
That cheerfulness was kill'd by thought	G2
And from those premises collected	G2
Which few perhaps would have suspected	G2
That none who with due share of sense	F2
Observed the ways of Providence	F2
Could with safe conscience leave off drinking	V2
Till they had lost the power of thinking	V2
With eyes half closed came waddling in	T
And having stroked his double chin	T
That chin whose credit to maintain	B4
Against the scoffs of the profane	B4
Had cost him more than ever state	G2
Paid for a poor electorate	G2
Which after all the cost and rout	G2
It had been better much without	G2
Briefly for breakfast you must know	V2
Was waiting all the while below	V2
Related bowing to the ground	G2
The cause of that uncommon sound	G2
Related too that at the door	Z
Pomposo Plausible and Moore	Z
Begg'd that Fame might not be allow'd	G2
Their shame to publish to the crowd	G2
That some new laws he would provide	G2
If old could not be misapplied	G2
With as much ease and safety there	Z
As they are misapplied elsewhere	Z
By which it might be construed treason	H2
In man to exercise his reason	H2
Which might ingeniously devise	F2
One punishment for truth and lies	F2
And fairly prove when they had done	H2
That truth and falsehood were but one	H2
Which juries must indeed retain	B4
But their effects should render vain	B4
Making all real power to rest	G2
In one corrupted rotten breast	G2
By whose false gloss the very Bible	B
Might be interpreted a libel	B
Moore who his reverence to save	B3
Pleaded the fool to screen the knave	B3
Though all who witness'd on his part	G2
Swore for his head against his heart	G2
Had taken down from first to last	G2
A just account of all that pass'd	G2
But since the gracious will of Fate	G2
Who mark'd the child for wealth and state	G2
E'en in the cradle had decreed	G2
The mighty Dulman ne'er should read	G2
That office of disgrace to bear	Z
The smooth lipp'd Plausible was there	Z
From Holborn e'en to Clerkenwell	B
Who knows not smooth lipp'd Plausible	B
A preacher deem'd of greatest note	G2
For preaching that which others wrote	G2
Had Dulman now and fools we see	F2
Seldom want curiosity	F2
Consented but the mourning shade	G2
Of Gascoyne hasten'd to his aid	G2
And in his hand what could he more	Z
Triumphant Canning's picture bore	Z
That our three heroes should advance	F2
And read their comical romance	F2
How rich a feast what royal fare	Z
We for our readers might prepare	Z
So rich and yet so safe a feast	G2
That no one foreign blatant beast	G2
Within the purlieus of the law	B
Should dare thereon to lay his paw	B
And growling cry with surly tone	O2
'Keep off this feast is all my own '	D4
Bending to earth the downcast eye	B
Or planting it against the sky	B
As one immersed in deepest thought	G2
Or with some holy vision caught	G2
His hands to aid the traitor's art	G2
Devoutly folded o'er his heart	G2
Here Moore in fraud well skill'd should go	V2
All saint with solemn step and slow	V2
Oh that Religion's sacred name	U2
Meant to inspire the purest flame	U2
A prostitute should ever be	F2
To that arch fiend Hypocrisy	F2
Where we find every other vice	F2
Crown'd with damn'd sneaking cowardice	F2
Bold sin reclaim'd is often seen	L2
Past hope that man who dares be mean	L2
There full of flesh and full of grace	F2
With that fine round unmeaning face	F2
Which Nature gives to sons of earth	M4
Whom she designs for ease and mirth	M4
Should the prim Plausible be seen	L2
Observe his stiff affected mien	L2
'Gainst Nature arm'd by Gravity	F2
His features too in buckle see	F2
See with what sanctity he reads	F2
With what devotion tells his beads	F2
Now prophet show me by thine art	G2
What's the religion of his heart	G2
Show there if truth thou canst unfold	G2
Religion centred all in gold	G2
Show him nor fear Correction's rod	G2
As false to friendship as to God	G2
Horrid unwieldy without form	N4
Savage as ocean in a storm	N4
Of size prodigious in the rear	Z
That post of honour should appear	Z
Pomposo fame around should tell	B
How he a slave to Interest fell	B
How for integrity renown'd	G2
Which booksellers have often found	G2
He for subscribers baits his hook	V2
And takes their cash but where's the book	V2
No matter where wise fear we know	V2
Forbids the robbing of a foe	V2
But what to serve our private ends	F2
Forbids the cheating of our friends	F2
No man alive who would not swear	Z
All's safe and therefore honest there	Z
For spite of all the learned say	F2
If we to truth attention pay	F2
The word dishonesty is meant	G2
For nothing else but punishment	G2
Fame too should tell nor heed the threat	G2
Of rogues who brother rogues abet	G2
Nor tremble at the terrors hung	V2
Aloft to make her hold her tongue	V2
How to all principles untrue	Q
Not fix'd to old friends nor to new	Q
He damns the pension which he takes	F2
And loves the Stuart he forsakes	F2
Nature who justly regular	Z
Is very seldom known to err	Z
But now and then in sportive mood	G2
As some rude wits have understood	G2
Or through much work required in haste	G2
Is with a random stroke disgraced	G2
Pomposo form'd on doubtful plan	N2
Not quite a beast nor quite a man	N2
Like God knows what for never yet	G2
Could the most subtle human wit	G2
Find out a monster which might be	F2
The shadow of a simile	B
These three these great these mighty three	F2
Nor can the poet's truth agree	F2
Howe'er report hath done him wrong	V2
And warp'd the purpose of his song	V2
Amongst the refuse of their race	F2
The sons of Infamy to place	F2
That open generous manly mind	G2
Which we with joy in Aldrich find	G2
These three who now are faintly shown	O2
Just sketch'd and scarcely to be known	O2
If Dulman their request had heard	G2
In stronger colours had appear'd	G2
And friends though partial at first view	Q
Shuddering had own'd the picture true	Q
But had their journal been display'd	G2
And their whole process open laid	G2
What a vast unexhausted field	G2
For mirth must such a journal yield	G2
In her own anger strongly charm'd	G2
'Gainst Hope 'gainst Fear by Conscience arm'd	G2
Then had bold Satire made her way	F2
Knights lords and dukes her destined prey	F2
But Prudence ever sacred name	U2
To those who feel not Virtue's flame	U2
Or only feel it at the best	G2
As the dull dupe of Interest	G2
Whisper'd aloud for this we find	G2
A custom current with mankind	G2
So loud to whisper that each word	G2
May all around be plainly heard	G2
And Prudence sure would never miss	F2
A custom so contrived as this	F2
Her candour to secure yet aim	U2
Sure death against another's fame	U2
'Knights lords and dukes mad wretch forbear	F2
Dangers unthought of ambush there	F2
Confine thy rage to weaker slaves	F2
Laugh at small fools and lash small knaves	F2
But never helpless mean and poor	F2
Rush on where laws cannot secure	F2
Nor think thyself mistaken youth	G4
Secure in principles of truth	G4
Truth why shall every wretch of letters	F2
Dare to speak truth against his betters	F2
Let ragged Virtue stand aloof	O4
Nor mutter accents of reproof	O4
Let ragged Wit a mute become	J4
When Wealth and Power would have her dumb	J4
For who the devil doth not know	V2
That titles and estates bestow	V2
An ample stock where'er they fall	B
Of graces which we mental call	B
Beggars in every age and nation	H2
Are rogues and fools by situation	H2
The rich and great are understood	G2
To be of course both wise and good	G2
Consult then Interest more than Pride	G2
Discreetly take the stronger side	G2
Desert in time the simple few	O4
Who Virtue's barren path pursue	O4
Adopt my maxims follow me	F2
To Baal bow the prudent knee	F2
Deny thy God betray thy friend	G2
At Baal's altars hourly bend	G2
So shalt thou rich and great be seen	L2
To be great now you must be mean '	D4
Hence Tempter to some weaker soul	B
Which fear and interest control	B
Vainly thy precepts are address'd	G2
Where Virtue steels the steady breast	G2
Through meanness wade to boasted power	F2
Through guilt repeated every hour	F2
What is thy gain when all is done	H2
What mighty laurels hast thou won	H2
Dull crowds to whom the heart's unknown	O2
Praise thee for virtues not thine own	O2
But will at once man's scourge and friend	G2
Impartial Conscience too commend	G2
From her reproaches canst thou fly	B
Canst thou with worlds her silence buy	B
Believe it not her stings shall find	G2
A passage to thy coward mind	G2
There shall she fix her sharpest dart	G2
There show thee truly as thou art	G2
Unknown to those by whom thou 'rt prized	G2
Known to thyself to be despised	G2
The man who weds the sacred Muse	F2
Disdains all mercenary views	F2
And he who Virtue's throne would rear	F2
Laughs at the phantoms raised by Fear	F2
Though Folly robed in purple shines	F2
Though Vice exhausts Peruvian mines	F2
Yet shall they tremble and turn pale	B
When Satire wields her mighty flail	B
Or should they of rebuke afraid	G2
With Melcombe seek hell's deepest shade	G2
Satire still mindful of her aim	U2
Shall bring the cowards back to shame	U2
Hated by many loved by few	O4
Above each little private view	O4
Honest though poor and who shall dare	F2
To disappoint my boasting there	F2
Hardy and resolute though weak	V2
The dictates of my heart to speak	V2
Willing I bend at Satire's throne	O2
What power I have be all her own	O2
Nor shall yon lawyer's specious art	G2
Conscious of a corrupted heart	G2
Create imaginary fear	F2
To damp us in our bold career	F2
Why should we fear and what The laws	F2
They all are arm'd in Virtue's cause	F2
And aiming at the self same end	G2
Satire is always Virtue's friend	G2
Nor shall that Muse whose honest rage	X
In a corrupt degenerate age	X
When dead to every nicer sense	F2
Deep sunk in vice and indolence	F2
The spirit of old Rome was broke	V2
Beneath the tyrant fiddler's yoke	V2
Banish'd the rose from Nero's cheek	V2
Under a Brunswick fear to speak	V2
Drawn by Conceit from Reason's plan	N2
How vain is that poor creature Man	N2
How pleased is every paltry elf	O4
To prate about that thing himself	O4
After my promise made in rhyme	G3
And meant in earnest at that time	G3
To jog according to the mode	G2
In one dull pace in one dull road	G2
What but that curse of heart and head	G2
To this digression could have led	G2
Where plunged in vain I look about	G2
And can't stay in nor well get out	G2
Could I whilst Humour held the quill	B
Could I digress with half that skill	B
Could I with half that skill return	P4
Which we so much admire in Sterne	P4
Where each digression seeming vain	B4
And only fit to entertain	B4
Is found on better recollection	H2
To have a just and nice connexion	H2
To help the whole with wondrous art	G2
Whence it seems idly to depart	G2
Then should our readers ne'er accuse	F2
These wild excursions of the Muse	F2
Ne'er backward turn dull pages o'er	F2
To recollect what went before	F2
Deeply impress'd and ever new	H2
Each image past should start to view	H2
And we to Dulman now come in	H2
As if we ne'er had absent been	H2
Have you not seen when danger's near	F2
The coward cheek turn white with fear	F2
Have you not seen when danger's fled	G2
The self same cheek with joy turn red	G2
These are low symptoms which we find	G2
Fit only for a vulgar mind	G2
Where honest features void of art	G2
Betray the feelings of the heart	G2
Our Dulman with a face was bless'd	G2
Where no one passion was express'd	G2
His eye in a fine stupor caught	G2
Implied a plenteous lack of thought	G2
Nor was one line that whole face seen in	H2
Which could be justly charged with meaning	V2
To Avarice by birth allied	G2
Debauch'd by marriage into Pride	G2
In age grown fond of youthful sports	F2
Of pomps of vanities and courts	F2
And by success too mighty made	G2
To love his country or his trade	G2
Stiff in opinion no rare case	F2
With blockheads in or out of place	F2
Too weak and insolent of soul	B
To suffer Reason's just control	B
But bending of his own accord	G2
To that trim transient toy my lord	G2
The dupe of Scots a fatal race	F2
Whom God in wrath contrived to place	F2
To scourge our crimes and gall our pride	G2
A constant thorn in England's side	G2
Whom first our greatness to oppose	F2
He in his vengeance mark'd for foes	F2
Then more to serve his wrathful ends	F2
And more to curse us mark'd for friends	F2
Deep in the state if we give credit	G2
To him for no one else e'er said it	G2
Sworn friend of great ones not a few	H2
Though he their titles only knew	H2
And those which envious of his breeding	V2
Book worms have charged to want of reading	V2
Merely to show himself polite	G2
He never would pronounce aright	G2
An orator with whom a host	G2
Of those which Rome and Athens boast	G2
In all their pride might not contend	G2
Who with no powers to recommend	G2
Whilst Jackey Hume and Billy Whitehead	G2
And Dicky Glover sat delighted	G2
Could speak whole days in Nature's spite	G2
Just as those able versemen write	G2
Great Dulman from his bed arose	F2
Thrice did he spit thrice wiped his nose	F2
Thrice strove to smile thrice strove to frown	H2
And thrice look'd up and thrice look'd down	H2
Then silence broke 'Crape who am I '	D4
Crape bow'd and smiled an arch reply	B
'Am I not Crape I am you know	H2
Above all those who are below	H2
Hare I not knowledge and for wit	G2
Money will always purchase it	G2
Nor if it needful should be found	G2
Will I grudge ten or twenty pound	G2
For which the whole stock may be bought	G2
Of scoundrel wits not worth a groat	G2
But lest I should proceed too far	F2
I'll feel my friend the Minister	F2
Great men Crape must not be neglected	G2
How he in this point is affected	G2
For as I stand a magistrate	G2
To serve him first and next the state	G2
Perhaps he may not think it fit	G2
To let his magistrates have wit	G2
Boast I not at this very hour	F2
Those large effects which troop with power	F2
Am I not mighty in the land	G2
Do not I sit whilst others stand	G2
Am I not with rich garments graced	G2
In seat of honour always placed	G2
And do not cits of chief degree	F2
Though proud to others bend to me	F2
Have I not as a Justice ought	G2
The laws such wholesome rigour taught	G2
That Fornication in disgrace	F2
Is now afraid to show her face	F2
And not one whore these walls approaches	F2
Unless they ride in their own coaches	F2
And shall this Fame an old poor strumpet	G2
Without our licence sound her trumpet	G2
And envious of our city's quiet	G2
In broad daylight blow up a riot	G2
If insolence like this we bear	F2
Where is our state our office where	F2
Farewell all honours of our reign	H2
Farewell the neck ennobling chain	H2
Freedom's known badge o'er all the globe	Q4
Farewell the solemn spreading robe	Q4
Farewell the sword farewell the mace	F2
Farewell all title pomp and place	F2
Removed from men of high degree	F2
A loss to them Crape not to me	F2
Banish'd to Chippenham or to Frome	U
Dulman once more shall ply the loom '	D4
Crape lifting up his hands and eyes	F2
'Dulman the loom at Chippenham ' cries	F2
'If there be powers which greatness love	O4
Which rule below but dwell above	O4
Those powers united all shall join	H2
To contradict the rash design	H2
Sooner shall stubborn Will lay down	H2
His opposition with his gown	H2
Sooner shall Temple leave the road	G2
Which leads to Virtue's mean abode	G2
Sooner shall Scots this country quit	G2
And England's foes be friends to Pitt	G2
Than Dulman from his grandeur thrown	H2
Shall wander outcast and unknown	H2
Sure as that cane ' a cane there stood	G2
Near to a table made of wood	G2
Of dry fine wood a table made	G2
By some rare artist in the trade	G2
Who had enjoy'd immortal praise	F2
If he had lived in Homer's days	F2
'Sure as that cane which once was seen	H2
In pride of life all fresh and green	H2
The banks of Indus to adorn	H2
Then of its leafy honours shorn	H2
According to exactest rule	B
Was fashion'd by the workman's tool	B
And which at present we behold	G2
Curiously polish'd crown'd with gold	G2
With gold well wrought sure as that cane	H2
Shall never on its native plain	H2
Strike root afresh shall never more	F2
Flourish in tawny India's shore	F2
So sure shall Dulman and his race	F2
To latest times this station grace '	D4
Dulman who all this while had kept	G2
His eyelids closed as if he slept	G2
Now looking steadfastly on Crape	F2
As at some god in human shape	F2
'Crape I protest you seem to me	F2
To have discharged a prophecy	F2
Yes from the first it doth appear	F2
Planted by Fate the Dulmans here	F2
Have always held a quiet reign	H2
And here shall to the last remain	H2
'Crape they're all wrong about this ghost	G2
Quite on the wrong side of the post	G2
Blockheads to take it in their head	G2
To be a message from the dead	G2
For that by mission they design	H2
A word not half so good as mine	H2
Crape here it is start not one doubt	G2
A plot a plot I've found it out '	D4
'O God ' cries Crape 'how bless'd the nation	H2
Where one son boasts such penetration '	D4
'Crape I've not time to tell you now	H2
When I discover'd this or how	H2
To Stentor go if he's not there	F2
His place let Bully Norton bear	F2
Our citizens to council call	B
Let all meet 'tis the cause of all	B
Let the three witnesses attend	G2
With allegations to befriend	G2
To swear just so much and no more	F2
As we instruct them in before	F2
'Stay Crape come back what don't you see	F2
The effects of this discovery	F2
Dulman all care and toil endures	F2
The profit Crape will all be yours	F2
A mitre for this arduous task	V2
Perform'd they'll grant whate'er I ask	V2
A mitre and perhaps the best	G2
Shall through my interest make thee blest	G2
And at this time when gracious Fate	G2
Dooms to the Scot the reins of state	G2
Who is more fit and for your use	F2
We could some instances produce	F2
Of England's Church to be the head	G2
Than you a Presbyterian bred	G2
But when thus mighty you are made	G2
Unlike the brethren of thy trade	G2
Be grateful Crape and let me not	G2
Like old Newcastle be forgot	G2
But an affair Crape of this size	F2
Will ask from Conduct vast supplies	F2
It must not as the vulgar say	F2
Be done in hugger mugger way	F2
Traitors indeed and that's discreet	G2
Who hatch the plot in private meet	G2
They should in public go no doubt	G2
Whose business is to find it out	G2
To morrow if the day appear	F2
Likely to turn out fair and clear	F2
Proclaim a grand processionade	G2
Be all the city pomp display'd	G2
Let the Train bands' Crape shook his head	G2
They heard the trumpet and were fled	G2
'Well ' cries the Knight 'if that's the case	F2
My servants shall supply their place	F2
My servants mine alone no more	F2
Than what my servants did before	F2
Dost not remember Crape that day	G2
When Dulman's grandeur to display	G2
As all too simple and too low	H2
Our city friends were thrust below	H2
Whilst as more worthy of our love	O4
Courtiers were entertain'd above	O4
Tell me who waited then and how	H2
My servants mine and why not now	H2
In haste then Crape to Stentor go	H2
But send up Hart who waits below	H2
With him till you return again	H2
Reach me my spectacles and cane	H2
I'll make a proof how I advance in	H2
My new accomplishment of dancing '	D4
Not quite so fast as lightning flies	F2
Wing'd with red anger through the skies	F2
Not quite so fast as sent by Jove	O4
Iris descends on wings of love	O4
Not quite so fast as Terror rides	F2
When he the chasing winds bestrides	F2
Crape hobbled but his mind was good	G2
Could he go faster than he could	G2
Near to that tower which as we're told	G2
The mighty Julius raised of old	G2
Where to the block by Justice led	G2
The rebel Scot hath often bled	G2
Where arms are kept so clean so bright	G2
'Twere sin they should be soil'd in fight	G2
Where brutes of foreign race are shown	H2
By brutes much greater of our own	H2
Fast by the crowded Thames is found	G2
An ample square of sacred ground	G2
Where artless Eloquence presides	F2
And Nature every sentence guides	F2
Here female parliaments debate	G2
About religion trade and state	G2
Here every Na ad's patriot soul	B
Disdaining foreign base control	B
Despising French despising Erse	F2
Pours forth the plain old English curse	F2
And bears aloft with terrors hung	V2
The honours of the vulgar tongue	V2
Here Stentor always heard with awe	V
In thundering accents deals out law	B
Twelve furlongs off each dreadful word	G2
Was plainly and distinctly heard	G2
And every neighbour hill around	G2
Return'd and swell'd the mighty sound	G2
The loudest virgin of the stream	K4
Compared with him would silent seem	K4
Thames who enraged to find his course	F2
Opposed rolls down with double force	F2
Against the bridge indignant roars	F2
And lashes the resounding shores	F2
Compared with him at lowest tide	G2
In softest whispers seems to glide	G2
Hither directed by the noise	F2
Swell'd with the hope of future joys	F2
Through too much zeal and haste made lame	U2
The reverend slave of Dulman came	U2
'Stentor' with such a serious air	F2
With such a face of solemn care	F2
As might import him to contain	H2
A nation's welfare in his brain	H2
'Stentor ' cries Crape 'I'm hither sent	G2
On business of most high intent	G2
Great Dulman's orders to convey	O4
Dulman commands and I obey	O4
Big with those throes which patriots feel	B
And labouring for the commonweal	B
Some secret which forbids him rest	G2
Tumbles and tosses in his breast	G2
Tumbles and tosses to get free	F2
And thus the Chief commands by me	F2
'To morrow if the day appear	F2
Likely to turn out fair and clear	F2
Proclaim a grand processionade	G2
Be all the city pomp display'd	G2
Our citizens to council call	B
Let all meet 'tis the cause of all '	D4

Charles Churchill

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