The Famous Speech-maker Of England Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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OR BARON ALIAS BARREN LOVEL'S CHARGE AT THE ASSIZES AT EXON APRIL IOA
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Risum teneatis HORAT Ars PoeticaB
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From London to ExonC
By special directionD
Came down the world's wonderE
Sir Salathiel BlunderE
With a quoif on his headF
As heavy as leadF
And thus opened and saidF
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Gentlemen of the Grand InquestG
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Her majesty mark itH
Appointed this circuitI
For me and my brotherE
Before any otherE
To execute lawsJ
As you may supposeK
Upon such as offenders have beenL
So then not to scatterE
More words on the matterE
We're beginning just now to beginL
But hold first and foremost I must enter a clauseJ
As touching and concerning our excellent lawsJ
Which here I averE
Are better by farM
Than them all put together abroad and beyond seaN
For I ne'er read the like nor e'er shall I fancyN
The laws of our landO
Don't abet but withstandO
Inquisition and thrallP
And whatever may gallP
And fire withalP
And sword that devoursQ
Wherever it scowersQ
They preserve liberty and property for which men pull and haul soQ
And they are made for the support of good government alsoQ
Her majesty knowingB
The best way of goingB
To work for the weal of the nationD
Builds on that rockB
Which all storms will mockB
Since Religion is made the foundationD
And I tell you to boot sheN
Resolves resolutelyN
No promotion to giveR
To the best man aliveS
In church or in stateT
I'm an instance of thatU
But only to such of a good reputationD
For temper morality and moderationD
Fire fire a wild fireE
Which greatly disturbs the queen's peaceQ
Lies running aboutV
And if you don't put it outV
That's positive will increaseQ
And any may spyW
With half of an eyeW
That it comes from our priests and Papistical fryW
Ye have one of these fellowsQ
With fiery bellowsQ
Come hither to blow and to puff hereX
Who having been toss'dY
From pillar to postZ
At last vents his rascally stuff hereX
Which to such as are honest must sound very oddlyN
When they ought to preach nothing but what's very godlyN
As here from this place we charge you to doA2
As ye'll answer to man besides ye know whoA2
Ye have a Diocesan lP
But I don't know the manB2
The man's a good liverE
They tell me howeverE
And fiery neverE
Now ye under pullersQ
That wear such black coloursQ
How well would it lookB
If his measures ye tookB
Thus for head and for rumpC2
Together to jumpC2
For there's none deserve placesQ
I speak't to their facesQ
But men of such gracesQ
And I hope he will never prefer any assesQ
Especially when I'm so confident on'tN
For reasons of state that her majesty won'tD2
Know I myself IW
Was present and byW
At the great trial where there was a great companyN
Of a turbulent preacher who cursedly hotE2
Turn'd the fifth of November even the gun powder plotE2
Into impudent railing and the devil knows whatI
Exclaiming like fury it was at Paul's LondonD
How church was in danger and like to be undoneD
And so gave the lie to gracious Queen AnneB2
And which is far worse to our parliament menF2
And then printed a bookB
Into which men did lookB
True he made a good textG2
But what follow'd nextG2
Was nought but a dunghill of sordid abusesQ
Instead of sound doctrine with proofs to't and usesQ
It was high time of dayH2
That such inflammationD
should be extinguish'd without more delayH2
But there was no engine could possibly do'tN
Till the commons play'd theirs and so quite put it outV
So the man was tried for'tN
Before highest courtI2
Now it's plain to be seenJ2
It's his principles I meanJ2
Where they suffer'd this noisy and his lawyers to bellowQ
Which over the bladeK2
A poor punishment hadL2
For that racket he madeK2
By which ye may knowQ
They thought as I doA2
That he is but at best an inconsiderable fellowQ
Upon this I find hereX
And everywhereM2
That the country rides rusty and is all out of gearN2
And for whatI
May I notE2
In opinion varyN
And think the contraryN
But it must createT
Unfriendly debateT
And disunion straightT
When no reason in natureE
Can be given of the matterE
Any more than for shapes or for different statureE
If you love your dear selves your religion or queenJ2
Ye ought in good manners to be peaceable menF2
For nothing disgusts herE
Like making a blusterE
And your making this riotI
Is what she could cry atU
Since all her concern's for our welfare and quietI
I would ask any manB2
Of them all that maintainO2
Their passive obedienceQ
With such mighty vehemenceQ
That damn'd doctrine I trowQ
What he means by it ho'P2
To trump it up nowQ2
Or to tell me in shortI2
What need there is for'tN
Ye may say I am hotE2
I say I am notE2
Only warm as the subject on which I am gotE2
There are those alive yetR2
If they do not forgetR2
May remember what mischiefs it did church and stateT
Or at least must have heardS2
The deplorable calamitiesQ
It drew upon familiesQ
About sixty years ago and upwardS2
And now do ye seeN
Whoever they beN
That make such an orationD
In our Protestant nationD
As though church was all on a fireE
With whatever cloakB
They may cover their talkB
And wheedle the folkB
That the oaths they have tookB
As our governors strictly requireE
I say they are men and I'm a judge ye all knowQ
That would our most excellent laws overthrowQ
For the greater part of them to church never goQ
Or what's much the same it by very great chance isQ
If e'er they partake of her wise ordinancesQ
Their aim is no doubtV
Were they made to speak outV
To pluck down the queen that they make all this routV
And to set up moreoverE
A bastardly brotherE
Or at least to prevent the House of HanoverE
Ye gentlemen of the juryN
What means all this furyN
Of which I'm inform'd by good hands I assure yeN
This insulting of persons by blows and rude speechesQ
And breaking of windows which you know maketh breachesQ
Ye ought to resent itH
And in duty present itH
For the law is against itH
Not only the actors engaged in this jobT2
But those that encourage and set on the mobT2
The mob a paw word and which I ne'er mentionD
But must in this place for the sake of distinctionD
I hear that some bailiffs and some justicesQ
Have strove what they could all this rage to suppressQ
And I hope many moreU2
Will exert the like powerE
Since none will depend on'tN
Get a jot of prefermentN
But men of this kidney as I told you beforeU2
I'll tell you a story Once upon a timeV2
Some hot headed fellows must needs take a whimW2
And so were so weakB
Twas a mighty mistakeB
To pull down and abuseQ
Bawdy houses and stewsQ
Who tried by the laws of the realm for high treasonD
Were hang'd drawn and quarter'd for that very reasonD
When the time came aboutN
For us all to set outN
We went to take leave of the queenJ2
Where were great men of worthX2
Great heads and so forthY2
The greatest that ever were seenJ2
And she gave us a largeZ2
And particular chargeZ2
Good part on't indeedN
Is quite out of my headN
But I remember she saidN
We should recommend peace and good neighbourhood wheresoever we came and so I do hereX
For that every one not only men and their wivesQ
Should do all that they can to lead peaceable livesQ
And told us withal that she fully expectedN
A special account how ye all stood affectedN
When we've been at St James's you'll hear of the matterE
Again then I charge yeN
Ye men of the clergyN
That ye follow the track allP
Of your own Bishop BlackallP
And preach as ye shouldN
What's savoury and goodN
And together all clingB
As it were in a stringB
Not falling out quarrelling one with anotherE
Now we're treating with Monsieur that son of his motherE
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Then proceeded on the common matters of the law and concludedN
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Once more and no more since few words are bestN
I charge you all present by way of requestN
If ye honour as I doN
Our dear royal widowN
Or have any compassionD
For church or the nationD
And would live a long whileP
In continual smileP
And eat roast and boilP
And not be forgottenD
When ye are dead and rottenD
That ye would be quiet and peaceably dwellP
And never fall out but p s all in a quillP

Jonathan Swift



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