A Tale Of A Nettle[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme

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A man with expense and infinite toil	A
By digging and dunging ennobled his soil	A
There fruits of the best your taste did invite	B
And uniform order still courted the sight	B
No degenerate weeds the rich ground did produce	C
But all things afforded both beauty and use	C
Till from dunghill transplanted while yet but a seed	D
A nettle rear'd up his inglorious head	E
The gard'ner would wisely have rooted him up	F
To stop the increase of a barbarous crop	G
But the master forbid him and after the fashion	H
Of foolish good nature and blind moderation	H
Forbore him through pity and chose as much rather	I
To ask him some questions first how he came thither	I
Kind sir quoth the nettle a stranger I come	J
For conscience compell'd to relinquish my home	K
'Cause I wouldn't subscribe to a mystery dark	L
That the prince of all trees is the Jesuit's bark	L
An erroneous tenet I know sir that you	M
No more than myself will allow to be true	M
To you I for refuge and sanctuary sue	M
There's none so renown'd for compassion as you	M
And though in some things I may differ from these	N
The rest of your fruitful and beautiful trees	N
Though your digging and dunging my nature much harms	O
And I cannot comply with your garden in forms	P
Yet I and my family after our fashion	H
Will peaceably stick to our own education	H
Be pleased to allow them a place for to rest 'em	J
For the rest of your trees we will never molest 'em	J
A kind shelter to us and protection afford	Q
We'll do you no harm sir I'll give you my word	R
The good man was soon won by this plausible tale	S
So fraud on good nature doth often prevail	S
He welcomes his guest gives him free toleration	H
In the midst of his garden to take up his station	H
And into his breast doth his enemy bring	T
He little suspected the nettle could sting	T
'Till flush'd with success and of strength to be fear'd	U
Around him a numerous offspring he rear'd	U
Then the master grew sensible what he had done	H
And fain he would have his new guest to be gone	V
But now 'twas too late to bid him turn out	W
A well rooted possession already was got	X
The old trees decay'd and in their room grew	M
A stubborn pestilent poisonous crew	M
The master who first the young brood had admitted	Y
They stung like ingrates and left him unpitied	Y
No help from manuring or planting was found	Y
The ill weeds had eat out the heart of the ground	Y
All weeds they let in and none they refuse	Z
That would join to oppose the good man of the house	A2
Thus one nettle uncropp'd increased to such store	I
That 'twas nothing but weeds what was garden before	I

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