The Ghost - Book Iv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Coxcombs who vainly make pretenceA
To something of exalted senseA
'Bove other men and gravely wiseA
Affect those pleasures to despiseA
Which merely to the eye confinedB
Bring no improvement to the mindB
Rail at all pomp they would not goC
For millions to a puppet showC
Nor can forgive the mighty crimeD
Of countenancing pantomimeD
No not at Covent Garden whereE
Without a head for play or playerF
Or could a head be found most fitG
Without one player to second itG
They must obeying Folly's callH
Thrive by mere show or not at allH
With these grave fops who bless their brainsA
Most cruel to themselves take painsA
For wretchedness and would be thoughtI
Much wiser than a wise man oughtI
For his own happiness to beJ
Who what they hear and what they seeJ
And what they smell and taste and feelK
Distrust till Reason sets her sealK
And by long trains of consequencesA
Insured gives sanction to the sensesA
Who would not Heaven forbid it wasteL
One hour in what the world calls TasteL
Nor fondly deign to laugh or cryM
Unless they know some reason whyM
With these grave fops whose system seemsA
To give up certainty for dreamsA
The eye of man is understoodN
As for no other purpose goodN
Than as a door through which of courseA
Their passage crowding objects forceA
A downright usher to admitG
New comers to the court of WitG
Good Gravity forbear thy spleenO
When I say Wit I Wisdom meanO
Where such the practice of the courtP
Which legal precedents supportP
Not one idea is allow'dQ
To pass unquestion'd in the crowdQ
But ere it can obtain the graceA
Of holding in the brain a placeA
Before the chief in congregationR
Must stand a strict examinationR
Not such as those who physic twirlS
Full fraught with death from every curlS
Who prove with all becoming stateT
Their voice to be the voice of FateT
Prepared with essence drop and pillU
To be another Ward or HillU
Before they can obtain their endsA
To sign death warrants for their friendsA
And talents vast as theirs employV
Secundum artem to destroyV
Must pass or laws their rage restrainW
Before the chiefs of Warwick LaneW
Thrice happy Lane where uncontroll'dX
In power and lethargy grown oldX
Most fit to take in this bless'd landY
The reins which fell from Wyndham's handY
Her lawful throne great Dulness rearsA
Still more herself as more in yearsA
Where she and who shall dare denyM
Her right when Reeves and Chauncy's byM
Calling to mind in ancient timeD
One Garth who err'd in wit and rhymeD
Ordains from henceforth to admitG
None of the rebel sons of WitG
And makes it her peculiar careE
That Schomberg never shall be thereE
Not such as those whom Polly trainsA
To letters though unbless'd with brainsA
Who destitute of power and willU
To learn are kept to learning stillU
Whose heads when other methods failZ
Receive instruction from the tailZ
Because their sires a common caseA
Which brings the children to disgraceA
Imagine it a certain ruleA2
They never could beget a foolA2
Must pass or must compound for ereE
The chaplain full of beef and prayerE
Will give his reverend permitG
Announcing them for orders fitG
So that the prelate what's a nameB2
All prelates now are much the sameB2
May with a conscience safe and quietC2
With holy hands lay on that fiatD2
Which doth all faculties dispenseA
All sanctity all faith all senseA
Makes Madan quite a saint appearE2
And makes an oracle of CheereE2
Not such as in that solemn seatF2
Where the Nine Ladies hold retreatF2
The Ladies Nine who as we're toldX
Scorning those haunts they loved of oldX
The banks of Isis now preferE2
Nor will one hour from Oxford stirE2
Are held for form which Balaam's assA
As well as Balaam's self might passA
And with his master take degreesA
Could he contrive to pay the feesA
Men of sound parts who deeply readG2
O'erload the storehouse of the headG2
With furniture they ne'er can useA
Cannot forgive our rambling MuseA
This wild excursion cannot seeJ
Why Physic and DivinityJ
To the surprise of all beholdersJ
Are lugg'd in by the head and shouldersJ
Or how in any point of viewH2
Oxford hath any thing to doH2
But men of nice and subtle learningI2
Remarkable for quick discerningI2
Through spectacles of critic mouldX
Without instruction will beholdX
That we a method here have gotJ2
To show what is by what is notJ2
And that our drift parenthesisJ
For once apart is briefly thisJ
Within the brain's most secret cellsJ
A certain Lord Chief Justice dwellsJ
Of sovereign power whom one and allH
With common voice we Reason callH
Though for the purposes of satireE2
A name in truth is no great matterE2
Jefferies or Mansfield which you willU
It means a Lord Chief Justice stillU
Here so our great projectors sayJ
The Senses all must homage payJ
Hither they all must tribute bringI2
And prostrate fall before their kingI2
Whatever unto them is broughtI
Is carried on the wings of ThoughtI
Before his throne where in full stateT
He on their merits holds debateT
Examines cross examines weighsJ
Their right to censure or to praiseJ
Nor doth his equal voice dependK2
On narrow views of foe and friendK2
Nor can or flattery or forceJ
Divert him from his steady courseJ
The channel of Inquiry's clearE2
No sham examination's hereE2
He upright justicer no doubtL2
Ad libitum puts in and outL2
Adjusts and settles in a triceJ
What virtue is and what is viceJ
What is perfection what defectM2
What we must choose and what rejectM2
He takes upon him to explainW
What pleasure is and what is painW
Whilst we obedient to the whimN2
And resting all our faith on himN2
True members of the Stoic WealU
Must learn to think and cease to feelU
This glorious system form'd for manO2
To practise when and how he canO2
If the five Senses in allianceJ
To Reason hurl a proud defianceJ
And though oft conquer'd yet unbrokeI2
Endeavour to throw off that yokeI2
Which they a greater slavery holdX
Than Jewish bondage was of oldX
Or if they something touch'd with shameB2
Allow him to retain the nameB2
Of Royalty and as in sportP
To hold a mimic formal courtP
Permitted no uncommon thingI2
To be a kind of puppet kingI2
And suffer'd by the way of toyV
To hold a globe but not employV
Our system mongers struck with fearE2
Prognosticate destruction nearE2
All things to anarchy must runR
The little world of man's undoneR
Nay should the Eye that nicest senseJ
Neglect to send intelligenceJ
Unto the Brain distinct and clearE2
Of all that passes in her sphereE2
Should she presumptuous joy receiveP2
Without the Understanding's leaveP2
They deem it rank and daring treasonR
Against the monarchy of ReasonR
Not thinking though they're wondrous wiseJ
That few have reason most have eyesJ
So that the pleasures of the mindB
To a small circle are confinedB
Whilst those which to the senses fallU
Become the property of allU
Besides and this is sure a caseJ
Not much at present out of placeJ
Where Nature reason doth denyM
No art can that defect supplyM
But if for it is our intentQ2
Fairly to state the argumentR2
A man should want an eye or twoH2
The remedy is sure though newH2
The cure's at hand no need of fearE2
For proof behold the ChevalierE2
As well prepared beyond all doubtL2
To put eyes in as put them outL2
But argument apart which tendsJ
To embitter foes and separate friendsJ
Nor turn'd apostate from the NineS2
Would I though bred up a divineS2
And foe of course to Reason's WealM
Widen that breach I cannot healM
By his own sense and feelings taughtI
In speech as liberal as in thoughtI
Let every man enjoy his whimN2
What's he to me or I to himN2
Might I though never robed in ermineR
A matter of this weight determineR
No penalties should settled beJ
To force men to hypocrisyJ
To make them ape an awkward zealM
And feeling not pretend to feelM
I would not have might sentence restT2
Finally fix'd within my breastT2
E'en Annet censured and confinedB
Because we're of a different mindB
Nature who in her act most freeJ
Herself delights in libertyJ
Profuse in love and without boundU2
Pours joy on every creaJ

Charles Churchill



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