A Satire Against The Citizens Of London Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBCDCDADAEAEEEEF ECGCGAGAEEEEEEHEHEHE EEEEIEIJIJKJLMLNJNJJ JOPEPELELondon hast thou accused me | A |
Of breach of laws the root of strife | B |
Within whose breast did boil to see | A |
So fervent hot thy dissolute life | B |
That even the hate of sins that grow | C |
Within thy wicked walls so rife | B |
For to break forth did convert so | C |
That terror could it not repress | D |
The which by words since preachers know | C |
What hope is left for to redress | D |
By unknown means it liked me | A |
My hidden burden to express | D |
Whereby it might appear to thee | A |
That secret sin hath secret spite | E |
From justice' rod no fault is free | A |
But that all such as work unright | E |
In most quiet are next ill rest | E |
In secret silence of the night | E |
This made me with a reckless breast | E |
To wake thy sluggards with my bow | F |
A figure of the Lord's behest | E |
Whose scourge for sin the Scriptures show | C |
That as the fearful thunder clap | G |
By sudden flame at hand we know | C |
Of pebble stones the soundless rap | G |
The dreadful plague might make thee see | A |
Of God's wrath that doth thee enwrap | G |
That pride might know from conscience free | A |
How lofty works may her defend | E |
And envy find as he hath sought | E |
How other seek him to offend | E |
And wrath taste of each cruel thought | E |
The just shapp higher in the end | E |
And idle sloth that never wrought | E |
To heaven his spirit lift may begin | H |
And greedy lucre live in dread | E |
To see what hate ill got goods win | H |
The lechers ye that lusts do feed | E |
Perceive what secrecy is in sin | H |
And gluttons' hearts for sorrow bleed | E |
Awaked when their fault they find | E |
In loathsome vice each drunken wight | E |
To stir to God this was my mind | E |
Thy windows had done me no spite | E |
But proud people that dread no fall | I |
Clothed with falsehood and unright | E |
Bred in the closures of thy wall | I |
But wrested to wrath in fervent zeal | J |
Thou haste to strife my secret call | I |
Endured hearts no warning feel | J |
O shameless whore is dread then gone | K |
By such thy foes as meant thy weal | J |
O member of false Babylon | L |
The shop of craft the den of ire | M |
Thy dreadful doom draws fast upon | L |
Thy martyrs' blood by sword and fire | N |
In heaven and earth for justice call | J |
The Lord shall hear their just desire | N |
The flame of wrath shall on thee fall | J |
With famine and pest lamentably | J |
Stricken shall be thy lechers all | J |
Thy proud towers and turrets high | O |
En'mies to God beat stone from stone | P |
Thine idols burnt that wrought iniquity | E |
When none thy ruin shall bemoan | P |
But render unto the right wise Lord | E |
That so hath judged Babylon | L |
Immortal praise with one accord | E |
Henry Howard
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