Traulus. Part I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDDEEF F GGFFEE HH FFFFEE FF IIFFIIIIIII I IIJJFFFFFF FFEEFFKKFFFFFFDDLLAA II MMFFIIFFFFAAEEEEFFEE IIFFIIFFNNFFIIOO| A DIALOGUE BETWEEN TOM AND ROBIN | A |
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| Tom | C |
| Say Robin what can Traulus mean | D |
| By bellowing thus against the Dean | D |
| Why does he call him paltry scribbler | E |
| Papist and Jacobite and libeller | E |
| Yet cannot prove a single fact | F |
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| Robin Forgive him Tom his head is crackt | F |
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| T What mischief can the Dean have done him | G |
| That Traulus calls for vengeance on him | G |
| Why must he sputter spawl and slaver it | F |
| In vain against the people's favourite | F |
| Revile that nation saving paper | E |
| Which gave the Dean the name of Drapier | E |
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| R Why Tom I think the case is plain | H |
| Party and spleen have turn'd his brain | H |
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| T Such friendship never man profess'd | F |
| The Dean was never so caress'd | F |
| For Traulus long his rancour nursed | F |
| Till God knows why at last it burst | F |
| That clumsy outside of a porter | E |
| How could it thus conceal a courtier | E |
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| R I own appearances are bad | F |
| Yet still insist the man is mad | F |
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| T Yet many a wretch in Bedlam knows | I |
| How to distinguish friends from foes | I |
| And though perhaps among the rout | F |
| He wildly flings his filth about | F |
| He still has gratitude and sap'ence | I |
| To spare the folks that give him ha'pence | I |
| Nor in their eyes at random pisses | I |
| But turns aside like mad Ulysses | I |
| While Traulus all his ordure scatters | I |
| To foul the man he chiefly flatters | I |
| Whence comes these inconsistent fits | I |
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| R Why Tom the man has lost his wits | I |
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| T Agreed and yet when Towzer snaps | I |
| At people's heels with frothy chaps | I |
| Hangs down his head and drops his tail | J |
| To say he's mad will not avail | J |
| The neighbours all cry Shoot him dead | F |
| Hang drown or knock him on the head | F |
| So Traulus when he first harangued | F |
| I wonder why he was not hang'd | F |
| For of the two without dispute | F |
| Towzer's the less offensive brute | F |
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| R Tom you mistake the matter quite | F |
| Your barking curs will seldom bite | F |
| And though you hear him stut tut tut ter | E |
| He barks as fast as he can utter | E |
| He prates in spite of all impediment | F |
| While none believes that what he said he meant | F |
| Puts in his finger and his thumb | K |
| To grope for words and out they come | K |
| He calls you rogue there's nothing in it | F |
| He fawns upon you in a minute | F |
| Begs leave to rail but d n his blood | F |
| He only meant it for your good | F |
| His friendship was exactly timed | F |
| He shot before your foes were primed | F |
| By this contrivance Mr Dean | D |
| By G I'll bring you off as clean | D |
| Then let him use you e'er so rough | L |
| 'Twas all for love and that's enough | L |
| But though he sputter through a session | A |
| It never makes the least impression | A |
| Whate'er he speaks for madness goes | I |
| With no effect on friends or foes | I |
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| T The scrubbiest cur in all the pack | M |
| Can set the mastiff on your back | M |
| I own his madness is a jest | F |
| If that were all But he's possest | F |
| Incarnate with a thousand imps | I |
| To work whose ends his madness pimps | I |
| Who o'er each string and wire preside | F |
| Fill every pipe each motion guide | F |
| Directing every vice we find | F |
| In Scripture to the devil assign'd | F |
| Sent from the dark infernal region | A |
| In him they lodge and make him legion | A |
| Of brethren he's a false accuser | E |
| A slanderer traitor and seducer | E |
| A fawning base trepanning liar | E |
| The marks peculiar of his sire | E |
| Or grant him but a drone at best | F |
| A drone can raise a hornet's nest | F |
| The Dean had felt their stings before | E |
| And must their malice ne'er give o'er | E |
| Still swarm and buzz about his nose | I |
| But Ireland's friends ne'er wanted foes | I |
| A patriot is a dangerous post | F |
| When wanted by his country most | F |
| Perversely comes in evil times | I |
| Where virtues are imputed crimes | I |
| His guilt is clear the proofs are pregnant | F |
| A traitor to the vices regnant | F |
| What spirit since the world began | N |
| Could always bear to strive with man | N |
| Which God pronounced he never would | F |
| And soon convinced them by a flood | F |
| Yet still the Dean on freedom raves | I |
| His spirit always strives with slaves | I |
| 'Tis time at last to spare his ink | O |
| And let them rot or hang or sink | O |
Jonathan Swift
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