Ay And No; A Tale From Dublin.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJK

WRITTEN INA
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At Dublin's high feast sat Primate and DeanB
Both dress'd like divines with band and face cleanB
Quoth Hugh of Armagh The mob is grown boldC
Ay ay quoth the Dean the cause is old goldC
No no quoth the Primate if causes we siftD
This mischief arises from witty Dean SwiftD
The smart one replied There's no wit in the caseE
And nothing of that ever troubled your graceE
Though with your state sieve your own notions you splitF
A Boulter by name is no bolter of witF
It's matter of weight and a mere money jobG
But the lower the coin the higher the mobG
Go tell your friend Bob and the other great folkH
That sinking the coin is a dangerous jokeH
The Irish dear joys have enough common senseI
To treat gold reduced like Wood's copper penceI
It is a pity a prelate should die without lawJ
But if I say the word take care of ArmaghK

Jonathan Swift



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