The Storm; Minerva's Petition Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDCCCEECCFFGGCC FFDDCCHHIIFFCCCCCCCC CCJJKKCCLLCCMNCCCCOO DDPPDDQQRRCCCCSSCCCC

Pallas a goddess chaste and wiseA
Descending lately from the skiesA
To Neptune went and begg'd in formB
He'd give his orders for a stormB
A storm to drown that rascal HortC
And she would kindly thank him for'tC
A wretch whom English rogues to spite herD
Had lately honour'd with a mitreC
The god who favour'd her requestC
Assured her he would do his bestC
But Venus had been there beforeE
Pleaded the bishop loved a whoreE
And had enlarged her empire wideC
He own'd no deity besideC
At sea or land if e'er you found himF
Without a mistress hang or drown himF
Since Burnet's death the bishops' benchG
Till Hort arrived ne'er kept a wenchG
If Hort must sink she grieves to tell itC
She'll not have left one single prelateC
For to say truth she did intend himF
Elect of Cyprus in commendamF
And since her birth the ocean gave herD
She could not doubt her uncle's favourD
Then Proteus urged the same requestC
But half in earnest half in jestC
Said he Great sovereign of the mainH
To drown him all attempts are vainH
Hort can assume more forms than II
A rake a bully pimp or spyI
Can creep or run or fly or swimF
All motions are alike to himF
Turn him adrift and you shall findC
He knows to sail with every windC
Or throw him overboard he'll rideC
As well against as with the tideC
But Pallas you've applied too lateC
For 'tis decreed by Jove and FateC
That Ireland must be soon destroy'dC
And who but Hort can be employ'dC
You need not then have been so pertC
In sending Bolton to ClonfertC
I found you did it by your grinningJ
Your business is to mind your spinningJ
But how you came to interposeK
In making bishops no one knowsK
Or who regarded your reportC
For never were you seen at courtC
And if you must have your petitionL
There's Berkeley in the same conditionL
Look there he stands and 'tis but justC
If one must drown the other mustC
But if you'll leave us Bishop JudasM
We'll give you Berkeley for BermudasN
Now if 'twill gratify your spightC
To put him in a plaguy frightC
Although 'tis hardly worth the costC
You soon shall see him soundly tostC
You'll find him swear blaspheme and damnO
And every moment take a dramO
His ghastly visage with an airD
Of reprobation and despairD
Or else some hiding hole he seeksP
For fear the rest should say he squeaksP
Or as Fitzpatrick did beforeD
Resolve to perish with his whoreD
Or else he raves and roars and swearsQ
And but for shame would say his prayersQ
Or would you see his spirits sinkR
Relaxing downwards in a stinkR
If such a sight as this can please yeC
Good madam Pallas pray be easyC
To Neptune speak and he'll consentC
But he'll come back the knave he wentC
The goddess who conceived a hopeS
That Hort was destined to a ropeS
Believed it best to condescendC
To spare a foe to save a friendC
But fearing Berkeley might be scaredC
She left him virtue for a guardC

Jonathan Swift



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