On Dr. Rundle, Bishop Of Derry Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFEEDDGGHHII EEJJEEKKLLMMEENNOOJJ EEEEPPIIEEJJLLQKRRII EEEEJJ| A | |
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| Make Rundle bishop fie for shame | B |
| An Arian to usurp the name | B |
| A bishop in the isle of saints | C |
| How will his brethren make complaints | C |
| Dare any of the mitred host | D |
| Confer on him the Holy Ghost | D |
| In mother church to breed a variance | E |
| By coupling orthodox with Arians | E |
| Yet were he Heathen Turk or Jew | F |
| What is there in it strange or new | F |
| For let us hear the weak pretence | E |
| His brethren find to take offence | E |
| Of whom there are but four at most | D |
| Who know there is a Holy Ghost | D |
| The rest who boast they have conferr'd it | G |
| Like Paul's Ephesians never heard it | G |
| And when they gave it well 'tis known | H |
| They gave what never was their own | H |
| Rundle a bishop well he may | I |
| He's still a Christian more than they | I |
| We know the subject of their quarrels | E |
| The man has learning sense and morals | E |
| There is a reason still more weighty | J |
| 'Tis granted he believes a Deity | J |
| Has every circumstance to please us | E |
| Though fools may doubt his faith in Jesus | E |
| But why should he with that be loaded | K |
| Now twenty years from court exploded | K |
| And is not this objection odd | L |
| From rogues who ne'er believed a God | L |
| For liberty a champion stout | M |
| Though not so Gospel ward devout | M |
| While others hither sent to save us | E |
| Come but to plunder and enslave us | E |
| Nor ever own'd a power divine | N |
| But Mammon and the German line | N |
| Say how did Rundle undermine 'em | O |
| Who shew'd a better jus divinum | O |
| From ancient canons would not vary | J |
| But thrice refused episcopari | J |
| Our bishop's predecessor Magus | E |
| Would offer all the sands of Tagus | E |
| Or sell his children house and lands | E |
| For that one gift to lay on hands | E |
| But all his gold could not avail | P |
| To have the spirit set to sale | P |
| Said surly Peter Magus prithee | I |
| Be gone thy money perish with thee | I |
| Were Peter now alive perhaps | E |
| He might have found a score of chaps | E |
| Could he but make his gift appear | J |
| In rents three thousand pounds a year | J |
| Some fancy this promotion odd | L |
| As not the handiwork of God | L |
| Though e'en the bishops disappointed | Q |
| Must own it made by God's anointed | K |
| And well we know the cong regal | R |
| Is more secure as well as legal | R |
| Because our lawyers all agree | I |
| That bishoprics are held in fee | I |
| Dear Baldwin chaste and witty Crosse | E |
| How sorely I lament your loss | E |
| That such a pair of wealthy ninnies | E |
| Should slip your time of dropping guineas | E |
| For had you made the king your debtor | J |
| Your title had been so much better | J |
Jonathan Swift
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