On The Irish Bishops.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDCCDDCCEEFFCC GGHHIJCCCCCCDDKKFFLL CCMMNNCCNNCOPPCCQQPP PPPPOld Latimer preaching did fairly describe | A |
A bishop who ruled all the rest of his tribe | A |
And who is this bishop and where does he dwell | B |
Why truly 'tis Satan Archbishop of Hell | B |
And He was a primate and He wore a mitre | C |
Surrounded with jewels of sulphur and nitre | C |
How nearly this bishop our bishops resembles | D |
But he has the odds who believes and who trembles | D |
Could you see his grim grace for a pound to a penny | C |
You'd swear it must be the baboon of Kilkenny | C |
Poor Satan will think the comparison odious | D |
I wish I could find him out one more commodious | D |
But this I am sure the most reverend old dragon | C |
Has got on the bench many bishops suffragan | C |
And all men believe he resides there incog | E |
To give them by turns an invisible jog | E |
Our bishops puft up with wealth and with pride | F |
To hell on the backs of the clergy would ride | F |
They mounted and labour'd with whip and with spur | C |
In vain for the devil a parson would stir | C |
So the commons unhors'd them and this was their doom | G |
On their crosiers to ride like a witch on a broom | G |
Though they gallop'd so fast on the road you may find 'em | H |
And have left us but three out of twenty behind 'em | H |
Lord Bolton's good grace Lord Carr and Lord Howard | I |
In spite of the devil would still be untoward | J |
They came of good kindred and could not endure | C |
Their former companions should beg at their door | C |
When Christ was betray'd to Pilate the pretor | C |
Of a dozen apostles but one proved a traitor | C |
One traitor alone and faithful eleven | C |
But we can afford you six traitors in seven | C |
What a clutter with clippings dividings and cleavings | D |
And the clergy forsooth must take up with their leavings | D |
If making divisions was all their intent | K |
They've done it we thank them but not as they meant | K |
And so may such bishops for ever divide | F |
That no honest heathen would be on their side | F |
How should we rejoice if like Judas the first | L |
Those splitters of parsons in sunder should burst | L |
Now hear an allusion A mitre you know | C |
Is divided above but united below | C |
If this you consider our emblem is right | M |
The bishops divide but the clergy unite | M |
Should the bottom be split our bishops would dread | N |
That the mitre would never stick fast on their head | N |
And yet they have learnt the chief art of a sovereign | C |
As Machiavel taught them divide and ye govern | C |
But courage my lords though it cannot be said | N |
That one cloven tongue ever sat on your head | N |
I'll hold you a groat and I wish I could see't | C |
If your stockings were off you could show cloven feet | O |
But hold cry the bishops and give us fair play | P |
Before you condemn us hear what we can say | P |
What truer affections could ever be shown | C |
Than saving your souls by damning our own | C |
And have we not practised all methods to gain you | Q |
With the tithe of the tithe of the tithe to maintain you | Q |
Provided a fund for building you spittals | P |
You are only to live four years without victuals | P |
Content my good lords but let us change hands | P |
First take you our tithes and give us your lands | P |
So God bless the Church and three of our mitres | P |
And God bless the Commons for biting the biters | P |
Jonathan Swift
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