Upon The Horrid Plot Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK LLMMNNOOPPAAQQRSLLBB TUVVWWBBKKBBBBXXBBYY VZBBKKBBBBBA2KKBB

DISCOVERED BY HARLEQUIN THE BISHOP OF ROCHESTER'S FRENCH DOG IN A DIALOGUE BETWEEN A WHIG AND A TORYA
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I ask'd a Whig the other nightB
How came this wicked plot to lightB
He answer'd that a dog of lateC
Inform'd a minister of stateC
Said I from thence I nothing knowD
For are not all informers soD
A villain who his friend betraysE
We style him by no other phraseE
And so a perjured dog denotesF
Porter and Pendergast and OatesF
And forty others I could nameG
WHIG But you must know this dog was lameG
TORY A weighty argument indeedH
Your evidence was lame proceedH
Come help your lame dog o'er the stileI
WHIG Sir you mistake me all this whileI
I mean a dog without a jokeJ
Can howl and bark but never spokeJ
TORY I'm still to seek which dog you meanK
Whether cur Plunkett or whelp SkeanK
An English or an Irish houndL
Or t'other puppy that was drown'dL
Or Mason that abandon'd bitchM
Then pray be free and tell me whichM
For every stander by was markingN
That all the noise they made was barkingN
You pay them well the dogs have gotO
Their dogs head in a porridge potO
And 'twas but just for wise men sayP
That every dog must have his dayP
Dog Walpole laid a quart of nog on'tA
He'd either make a hog or dog on'tA
And look'd since he has got his wishQ
As if he had thrown down a dishQ
Yet this I dare foretell you from itR
He'll soon return to his own vomitS
WHIG Besides this horrid plot was foundL
By Neynoe after he was drown'dL
TORY Why then the proverb is not rightB
Since you can teach dead dogs to biteB
WHIG I proved my proposition fullT
But Jacobites are strangely dullU
Now let me tell you plainly sirV
Our witness is a real curV
A dog of spirit for his yearsW
Has twice two legs two hanging earsW
His name is Harlequin I wotB
And that's a name in every plotB
Resolved to save the British nationK
Though French by birth and educationK
His correspondence plainly datedB
Was all decipher'd and translatedB
His answers were exceeding prettyB
Before the secret wise committeeB
Confest as plain as he could barkX
Then with his fore foot set his markX
TORY Then all this while have I been bubbledB
I thought it was a dog in doubletB
The matter now no longer sticksY
For statesmen never want dog tricksY
But since it was a real curV
And not a dog in metaphorZ
I give you joy of the reportB
That he's to have a place at courtB
WHIG Yes and a place he will grow rich inK
A turnspit in the royal kitchenK
Sir to be plain I tell you whatB
We had occasion for a plotB
And when we found the dog begin itB
We guess'd the bishop's foot was in itB
TORY I own it was a dangerous projectB
And you have proved it by dog logicA2
Sure such intelligence betweenK
A dog and bishop ne'er was seenK
Till you began to change the breedB
Your bishops are all dogs indeedB

Jonathan Swift



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