On The Posteriors Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDAAEEAAFFGGEE AAAAHHCCCCIJAAKKCCAA LLEE| Because I am by nature blind | A |
| I wisely choose to walk behind | A |
| However to avoid disgrace | B |
| I let no creature see my face | B |
| My words are few but spoke with sense | C |
| And yet my speaking gives offence | C |
| Or if to whisper I presume | D |
| The company will fly the room | D |
| By all the world I am opprest | A |
| And my oppression gives them rest | A |
| Through me though sore against my will | E |
| Instructors every art instil | E |
| By thousands I am sold and bought | A |
| Who neither get nor lose a groat | A |
| For none alas by me can gain | F |
| But those who give me greatest pain | F |
| Shall man presume to be my master | G |
| Who's but my caterer and taster | G |
| Yet though I always have my will | E |
| I'm but a mere depender still | E |
| An humble hanger on at best | A |
| Of whom all people make a jest | A |
| In me detractors seek to find | A |
| Two vices of a different kind | A |
| I'm too profuse some censurers cry | H |
| And all I get I let it fly | H |
| While others give me many a curse | C |
| Because too close I hold my purse | C |
| But this I know in either case | C |
| They dare not charge me to my face | C |
| 'Tis true indeed sometimes I save | I |
| Sometimes run out of all I have | J |
| But when the year is at an end | A |
| Computing what I get and spend | A |
| My goings out and comings in | K |
| I cannot find I lose or win | K |
| And therefore all that know me say | C |
| I justly keep the middle way | C |
| I'm always by my betters led | A |
| I last get up and first a bed | A |
| Though if I rise before my time | L |
| The learn'd in sciences sublime | L |
| Consult the stars and thence foretell | E |
| Good luck to those with whom I dwell | E |
Jonathan Swift
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