On A Curate's Complaint Of Hard Duty Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFGHIDDDII

I marched three miles through scorching sandA
With zeal in heart and notes in handA
I rode four more to Great St MaryB
Using four legs when two were wearyB
To three fair virgins I did tie menC
In the close bands of pleasing HymenD
I dipp'd two babes in holy waterE
And purified their mother afterE
Within an hour and eke a halfF
I preach'd three congregations deafG
Where thundering out with lungs long windedH
I chopp'd so fast that few there mindedI
My emblem the laborious sunD
Saw all these mighty labours doneD
Before one race of his was runD
All this perform'd by Robert HewitI
What mortal else could e'er go through itI

Jonathan Swift



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