The Storm; Minerva's Petition Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Pallas a goddess chaste and wise	A
Descending lately from the skies	A
To Neptune went and begg'd in form	B
He'd give his orders for a storm	B
A storm to drown that rascal Hort	C
And she would kindly thank him for't	C
A wretch whom English rogues to spite her	D
Had lately honour'd with a mitre	C
The god who favour'd her request	C
Assured her he would do his best	C
But Venus had been there before	E
Pleaded the bishop loved a whore	E
And had enlarged her empire wide	C
He own'd no deity beside	C
At sea or land if e'er you found him	F
Without a mistress hang or drown him	F
Since Burnet's death the bishops' bench	G
Till Hort arrived ne'er kept a wench	G
If Hort must sink she grieves to tell it	C
She'll not have left one single prelate	C
For to say truth she did intend him	F
Elect of Cyprus in commendam	F
And since her birth the ocean gave her	D
She could not doubt her uncle's favour	D
Then Proteus urged the same request	C
But half in earnest half in jest	C
Said he Great sovereign of the main	H
To drown him all attempts are vain	H
Hort can assume more forms than I	I
A rake a bully pimp or spy	I
Can creep or run or fly or swim	F
All motions are alike to him	F
Turn him adrift and you shall find	C
He knows to sail with every wind	C
Or throw him overboard he'll ride	C
As well against as with the tide	C
But Pallas you've applied too late	C
For 'tis decreed by Jove and Fate	C
That Ireland must be soon destroy'd	C
And who but Hort can be employ'd	C
You need not then have been so pert	C
In sending Bolton to Clonfert	C
I found you did it by your grinning	J
Your business is to mind your spinning	J
But how you came to interpose	K
In making bishops no one knows	K
Or who regarded your report	C
For never were you seen at court	C
And if you must have your petition	L
There's Berkeley in the same condition	L
Look there he stands and 'tis but just	C
If one must drown the other must	C
But if you'll leave us Bishop Judas	M
We'll give you Berkeley for Bermudas	N
Now if 'twill gratify your spight	C
To put him in a plaguy fright	C
Although 'tis hardly worth the cost	C
You soon shall see him soundly tost	C
You'll find him swear blaspheme and damn	O
And every moment take a dram	O
His ghastly visage with an air	D
Of reprobation and despair	D
Or else some hiding hole he seeks	P
For fear the rest should say he squeaks	P
Or as Fitzpatrick did before	D
Resolve to perish with his whore	D
Or else he raves and roars and swears	Q
And but for shame would say his prayers	Q
Or would you see his spirits sink	R
Relaxing downwards in a stink	R
If such a sight as this can please ye	C
Good madam Pallas pray be easy	C
To Neptune speak and he'll consent	C
But he'll come back the knave he went	C
The goddess who conceived a hope	S
That Hort was destined to a rope	S
Believed it best to condescend	C
To spare a foe to save a friend	C
But fearing Berkeley might be scared	C
She left him virtue for a guard	C

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