Colyn Cloute Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DDDDDEEEDDDDFFEEEGGG AAAAACCDDDEEEEEEECAD EAAAAAEEEEBBEECCGGAH EECCCHHHHEE IEEEDDBBJJKKCCKKEEHH LLDDDDAAHHEEHHHHAAAA AAADDBBAAKKKAADDHHCC BBGGEEBBBBHHHCHEAAHH KKAAAAADDDBBBBCCMBFH HHHHHHHHBBBEEEEAAHHA AAAEFDDDEEEEEAAABJCC AAEEBBBBAAAAAAAAEEEE AAEEDDEEDDAADDAAA| Quis consurget mecum adversus malignantes | A |
| aut quis stabit mecum adversus operantes iniqui | B |
| tatem Nemo Domine | C |
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| W H A T can it auayle | D |
| To dryue forth a snayle | D |
| Or to make a sayle | D |
| Of an herynges tayle | D |
| To ryme or to rayle | D |
| To wryte or to indyte | E |
| Eyther for delyte | E |
| Or elles for despyte | E |
| Or bokes to compyle | D |
| Of dyuers maner style | D |
| Vyce to reuyle | D |
| And synne to exyle | D |
| To teche or to preche | F |
| As reason wyll reche | F |
| Say this and say that | E |
| His hed is so fat | E |
| He wotteth neuer what | E |
| Nor wherof he speketh | G |
| He cryeth and he creketh | G |
| He pryeth and he peketh | G |
| He chydes and he chatters | A |
| He prates and he patters | A |
| He clytters and he clatters | A |
| He medles and he smatters | A |
| He gloses and he flatters | A |
| Or yf he speake playne | C |
| Than he lacketh brayne | C |
| He is but a fole | D |
| Let hym go to scole | D |
| On a thre foted stole | D |
| That he may downe syt | E |
| For he lacketh wyt | E |
| And yf that he hyt | E |
| The nayle on the hede | E |
| It standeth in no stede | E |
| The deuyll they say is dede | E |
| The deuell is dede | E |
| It may well so be | C |
| Or els they wolde se | A |
| Otherwyse and fle | D |
| From worldly vanyte | E |
| And foule couetousnesse | A |
| And other wretchednesse | A |
| Fyckell falsenesse | A |
| Varyablenesse | A |
| With vnstablenesse | A |
| And if ye stande in doubte | E |
| Who brought this ryme aboute | E |
| My name is Colyn Cloute | E |
| I purpose to shake oute | E |
| All my connyng bagge | B |
| Lyke a clerkely hagge | B |
| For though my ryme be ragged | E |
| Tattered and iagged | E |
| Rudely rayne beaten | C |
| Rusty and moughte eaten | C |
| If ye take well therwith | G |
| It hath in it some pyth | G |
| For as farre as I can se | A |
| It is wronge with eche degre | H |
| For the temporalte | E |
| Accuseth the spiritualte | E |
| The spirituall agayne | C |
| Dothe grudge and complayne | C |
| Vpon the temporall men | C |
| Thus eche of other blother | H |
| The tone agayng the tother | H |
| Alas they make me shoder | H |
| For in hoder moder | H |
| The Churche is put in faute | E |
| The prelates ben so haut | E |
| They say and loke so hy | - |
| As though they wolde fly | - |
| Aboue the sterry skye | I |
| Laye men say indede | E |
| How they take no hede | E |
| Theyr sely shepe to fede | E |
| But plucke away and pull | D |
| The fleces of theyr wull | D |
| Vnethes they leue a locke | B |
| Of wull amonges theyr flocke | B |
| And as for theyr connynge | J |
| A glommynge and a mummynge | J |
| And make therof a iape | K |
| They gaspe and they gape | K |
| All to haue promocyon | C |
| There is theyr deuocyon | C |
| With money if it wyll hap | K |
| To catche the forked cap | K |
| Forsothe they are so lewd | E |
| To say so all beshrewd | E |
| What trow ye they say more | H |
| Of the bysshoppes lore | H |
| How in matters they be rawe | L |
| They lumber forth the lawe | L |
| To herken Jacke and Gyll | D |
| Whan they put vp a byll | D |
| And iudge it as they wyll | D |
| For other mennes skyll | D |
| Expoundyng out theyr clauses | A |
| And leue theyr owne causes | A |
| In theyr prouynciall cure | H |
| They make but lytell sure | H |
| And meddels very lyght | E |
| In the Churches ryght | E |
| But ire and venire | H |
| And solfa so alamyre | H |
| That the premenyre | H |
| Is lyke to be set a fyre | H |
| In theyr iurisdictions | A |
| Through temporall afflictions | A |
| Men say they haue prescriptions | A |
| Agaynst spirituall contradictions | A |
| Accomptynge them as fyctions | A |
| And whyles the heedes do this | A |
| The remenaunt is amys | A |
| Of the clergy all | D |
| Bothe great and small | D |
| I wot neuer how they warke | B |
| But thus the people barke | B |
| And surely thus they say | A |
| Bysshoppes if they may | A |
| Small houses wolde kepe | K |
| But slumbre forth and slepe | K |
| And assay to crepe | K |
| Within the noble walles | A |
| Of the kynges halles | A |
| To fat theyr bodyes full | D |
| Theyr soules lene and dull | D |
| And haue full lytell care | H |
| How euyll theyr shepe fare | H |
| The temporalyte say playne | C |
| How bysshoppes dysdayne | C |
| Sermons for to make | B |
| Or suche laboure to take | B |
| And for to say trouth | G |
| A great parte is for slouth | G |
| But the greattest parte | E |
| Is for they haue but small arte | E |
| And ryght sklender connyng | B |
| Within theyr heedes wonnyng | B |
| But this reason they take | B |
| How they are able to make | B |
| With theyr golde and treasure | H |
| Clerkes out of measure | H |
| And yet that is a pleasure | H |
| How be it some there be | C |
| Almost two or thre | H |
| Of that dygnyte | E |
| Full worshypfull clerkes | A |
| As appereth by theyr werkes | A |
| Lyke Aaron and Ure | H |
| The wolfe from the dore | H |
| To werryn and to kepe | K |
| From theyr goostly shepe | K |
| And theyr spirituall lammes | A |
| Sequestred from rammes | A |
| And from the berded gotes | A |
| With theyr heery cotes | A |
| Set nought by golde ne grotes | A |
| Theyr names if I durst tell | D |
| But they are loth to mell | D |
| And loth to hang the bell | D |
| Aboute the cattes necke | B |
| For drede to haue a checke | B |
| They ar fayne to play deuz decke | B |
| They ar made for the becke | B |
| How be it they are good men | C |
| Moche herted lyke an hen | C |
| Theyr lessons forgotten they haue | M |
| That Becket them gaue | B |
| Thomas manum mittit ad fortia | F |
| Spernit damna spernit opprobria | H |
| Nulla Thomam frangit injuria | H |
| But nowe euery spirituall father | H |
| Men say they had rather | H |
| Spende moche of theyr share | H |
| Than to be combred with care | H |
| Spende nay nay but spare | H |
| For let se who that dare | H |
| Sho the mockysshe mare | H |
| They make her wynche and keke | B |
| But it is not worth a leke | B |
| Boldnesse is to seke | B |
| The Churche for to defend | E |
| Take me as I intende | E |
| For lothe I am to offende | E |
| In this that I haue pende | E |
| I tell you as men say | A |
| Amende whan ye may | A |
| For usque ad montem Sare | H |
| Men say ye can not appare | H |
| For some say ye hunte in parkes | A |
| And hauke on hobby larkes | A |
| And other wanton warkes | A |
| Whan the nyght darkes | A |
| What hath lay men to do | E |
| The gray gose for to sho | F |
| Lyke houndes of hell | D |
| They crye and they yell | D |
| Howe that ye sell | D |
| The grace of the Holy Gost | E |
| Thus they make theyr bost | E |
| Through owte euery cost | E |
| Howe some of you do eate | E |
| In Lenton season fleshe mete | E |
| Fesauntes partryche and cranes | A |
| Men call you therfore prophanes | A |
| Ye pycke no shrympes nor pranes | A |
| Saltfysshe stocfysshe nor heryng | B |
| It is not for your werynge | J |
| Nor in holy Lenton season | C |
| Ye wyll netheyr benes ne peason | C |
| But ye loke to be let lose | A |
| To a pygge or to a gose | A |
| Your gorge not endewed | E |
| Without a capon stewed | E |
| Or a stewed cocke | B |
| To knowe whate ys a clocke | B |
| Vnder her surfled smocke | B |
| And her wanton wodicocke | B |
| And how whan ye gyue orders | A |
| In your prouinciall borders | A |
| As at Sitientes | A |
| Some are insufficientes | A |
| Some parum sapientes | A |
| Some nihil intelligentes | A |
| Some valde negligentes | A |
| Some nullum sensum habentes | A |
| But bestiall and vntaught | E |
| But whan thei haue ones caught | E |
| Dominus vobiscum by the hede | E |
| Than renne they in euery stede | E |
| God wot with dronken nolles | A |
| Yet take they cure of soules | A |
| And woteth neuer what thei rede | E |
| Paternoster Ave nor Crede | E |
| Construe not worth a whystle | D |
| Nether Gospell nor Pystle | D |
| Theyr mattyns madly sayde | E |
| Nothynge deuoutly prayde | E |
| Theyr lernynge is so small | D |
| Theyr prymes and houres fall | D |
| And lepe out of theyr lyppes | A |
| Lyke sawdust or drye chyppes | A |
| I speke not nowe of all | D |
| But the moost parte in generall | D |
| Of suche vagabundus | A |
| Speketh totus mundus | A |
| Howe some synge L tabundus | A |
John Skelton
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