On The Irish Bishops.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDCCDDCCEEFFCC GGHHIJCCCCCCDDKKFFLL CCMMNNCCNNCOPPCCQQPP PPPP

Old Latimer preaching did fairly describeA
A bishop who ruled all the rest of his tribeA
And who is this bishop and where does he dwellB
Why truly 'tis Satan Archbishop of HellB
And He was a primate and He wore a mitreC
Surrounded with jewels of sulphur and nitreC
How nearly this bishop our bishops resemblesD
But he has the odds who believes and who tremblesD
Could you see his grim grace for a pound to a pennyC
You'd swear it must be the baboon of KilkennyC
Poor Satan will think the comparison odiousD
I wish I could find him out one more commodiousD
But this I am sure the most reverend old dragonC
Has got on the bench many bishops suffraganC
And all men believe he resides there incogE
To give them by turns an invisible jogE
Our bishops puft up with wealth and with prideF
To hell on the backs of the clergy would rideF
They mounted and labour'd with whip and with spurC
In vain for the devil a parson would stirC
So the commons unhors'd them and this was their doomG
On their crosiers to ride like a witch on a broomG
Though they gallop'd so fast on the road you may find 'emH
And have left us but three out of twenty behind 'emH
Lord Bolton's good grace Lord Carr and Lord HowardI
In spite of the devil would still be untowardJ
They came of good kindred and could not endureC
Their former companions should beg at their doorC
When Christ was betray'd to Pilate the pretorC
Of a dozen apostles but one proved a traitorC
One traitor alone and faithful elevenC
But we can afford you six traitors in sevenC
What a clutter with clippings dividings and cleavingsD
And the clergy forsooth must take up with their leavingsD
If making divisions was all their intentK
They've done it we thank them but not as they meantK
And so may such bishops for ever divideF
That no honest heathen would be on their sideF
How should we rejoice if like Judas the firstL
Those splitters of parsons in sunder should burstL
Now hear an allusion A mitre you knowC
Is divided above but united belowC
If this you consider our emblem is rightM
The bishops divide but the clergy uniteM
Should the bottom be split our bishops would dreadN
That the mitre would never stick fast on their headN
And yet they have learnt the chief art of a sovereignC
As Machiavel taught them divide and ye governC
But courage my lords though it cannot be saidN
That one cloven tongue ever sat on your headN
I'll hold you a groat and I wish I could see'tC
If your stockings were off you could show cloven feetO
But hold cry the bishops and give us fair playP
Before you condemn us hear what we can sayP
What truer affections could ever be shownC
Than saving your souls by damning our ownC
And have we not practised all methods to gain youQ
With the tithe of the tithe of the tithe to maintain youQ
Provided a fund for building you spittalsP
You are only to live four years without victualsP
Content my good lords but let us change handsP
First take you our tithes and give us your landsP
So God bless the Church and three of our mitresP
And God bless the Commons for biting the bitersP

Jonathan Swift



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