Parody On The Speech Of Dr. Benjamin Pratt,[1] Provost Of Trinity College To The Prince Of Wales Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDB EFABBA GGHIIH JJKLLL MMANNA OOPAAP QQRSSR IMRTUR VVWXXW YZA2B2B2A2 C2TD2E2E2D2 F2F2E2G2G2E2 H2H2I2J2J2K2 RD2L2M2M2N2| Illustrious prince we're come before ye | A |
| Who more than in our founders glory | A |
| To be by you protected | B |
| Deign to descend and give us laws | C |
| For we are converts to your cause | D |
| From this day well affected | B |
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| The noble view of your high merits | E |
| Has charm'd our thoughts and fix'd our spirits | F |
| With zeal so warm and hearty | A |
| That we resolved to be devoted | B |
| At least until we be promoted | B |
| By your just power and party | A |
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| Urged by a passionate desire | G |
| Of being raised a little higher | G |
| From lazy cloister'd life | H |
| We cannot flatter you nor fawn | I |
| But fain would honour'd be with lawn | I |
| And settled by a wife | H |
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| For this we have before resorted | J |
| Paid levees punctually and courted | J |
| Our charge at home long quitting | K |
| But now we're come just in the nick | L |
| Upon a vacant bishopric | L |
| This bait can't fail of hitting | L |
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| Thus sir you see how much affection | M |
| Not interest sways in this election | M |
| But sense of loyal duty | A |
| For you surpass all princes far | N |
| As glow worms do exceed a star | N |
| In goodness wit and beauty | A |
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| To you our Irish Commons owe | O |
| That wisdom which their actions show | O |
| Their principles from ours springs | P |
| Taught ere the deel himself could dream on't | A |
| That of their illustrious house a stem on't | A |
| Should rise the best of kings | P |
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| The glad presages with our eyes | Q |
| Behold a king chaste vigilant and wise | Q |
| In foreign fields victorious | R |
| Who in his youth the Turks attacks | S |
| And made them still to turn their backs | S |
| Was ever king so glorious | R |
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| Since Ormond's like a traitor gone | I |
| We scorn to do what some have done | M |
| For learning much more famous | R |
| Fools may pursue their adverse fate | T |
| And stick to the unfortunate | U |
| We laugh while they condemn us | R |
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| For being of that gen'rous mind | V |
| To success we are still inclined | V |
| And quit the suffering side | W |
| If on our friends cross planets frown | X |
| We join the cry and hunt them down | X |
| And sail with wind and tide | W |
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| Hence 'twas this choice we long delay'd | Y |
| Till our rash foes the rebels fled | Z |
| Whilst fortune held the scale | A2 |
| But since they're driven like mist before you | B2 |
| Our rising sun we now adore you | B2 |
| Because you now prevail | A2 |
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| Descend then from your lofty seat | C2 |
| Behold th' attending Muses wait | T |
| With us to sing your praises | D2 |
| Calliope now strings up her lyre | E2 |
| And Clio Phoebus does inspire | E2 |
| The theme their fancy raises | D2 |
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| If then our nursery you will nourish | F2 |
| We and our Muses too will flourish | F2 |
| Encouraged by your favour | E2 |
| We'll doctrines teach the times to serve | G2 |
| And more five thousand pounds deserve | G2 |
| By future good behaviour | E2 |
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| Now take our harp into your hand | H2 |
| The joyful strings at your command | H2 |
| In doleful sounds no more shall mourn | I2 |
| We with sincerity of heart | J2 |
| To all your tunes shall bear a part | J2 |
| Unless we see the tables turn | K2 |
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| If so great sir you will excuse us | R |
| For we and our attending Muses | D2 |
| May live to change our strain | L2 |
| And turn with merry hearts our tune | M2 |
| Upon some happy tenth of June | M2 |
| To the king enjoys his own again | N2 |
Jonathan Swift
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