The Viceroy. A Ballad. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEFG HIHI JKJK HLHL MKMK NGNL OIOI KOKO IPQP OKRK STST MUMU OOOO MHMVO OHOH HIIHIH MOMO UIHI HOHO OWOW IOIO RMRM IHIH OMOM RIRI OUOU KKKK XOXO KOKH OMOM OYOY OOOO KMKM HZHZ KIKI KOKO OOOO OOOO OOOO HMHM IA2IB2 MKMK OOOO OMOM UC2O MBMB OHOH OOOO IRIR OIOI ZHZ H HOHO HHHH HOHO

Tune 'Lady Isabella's Tragedy ' or 'The Stepmother's cruelty 'A
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Of Nero tyrant petty kingB
Who heretofore did reignC
In famed Hibernia I will singB
And in a ditty plainC
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He hated was by rich and poorD
For reasons you shall hearE
So ill he exercised his powerF
That he himself did fearG
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Full proud and arrogant was heH
And covetous withalI
The guilty he would still set freeH
But guiltless men enthralI
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He with a haughty impious nodJ
Would curse and dogmatizeK
Nor fearing either man or GodJ
Gold he did idolizeK
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A patriot of high degreeH
Who could no longer bearL
This upstart Viceroy's tyrannyH
Against him did declareL
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And arm'd with truth impeach'd the DonM
Of his enormous crimesK
Which I'll unfold to you anonM
In low but faithful rhymesK
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The articles recorded standN
Against this peerless peerG
Search but the archives of the landN
You'll find them written thereL
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Attend and justly I'll reciteO
His treasons to you allI
The heads set in their native lightO
And sigh poor Gaphny's fallI
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That traitorously he did abuseK
The power in him reposedO
And wickedly the same did useK
On all mankind imposedO
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That he contrary to all lawI
An oath did frame and makeP
Compelling the militiaQ
Th' illegal oath to takeP
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Free quarters for the army tooO
He did exact and forceK
On Protestants his love to showR
Than Papist used them worseK
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On all provisions destined forS
The camp at LimerickT
He laid a tar full hard and soreS
Though many men were sickT
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The sutlers too he did ordainM
For licenses should payU
Which they refused with just disdainM
And fled the camp awayU
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By which provisions were so scantO
That hundreds there did dieO
The soldiers food and drink did wantO
Nor famine could they flyO
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He so much loved his private gainM
He could not hear or seeH
They might or die or might complainM
Without reliefV
pardieO
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That above and against all rightO
By word of mouth did heH
In council sitting hellish spiteO
The farmer's fate decreeH
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That heH
O CielI
without trialI
Straightway should hanged beH
Though then the courts were open allI
Yet Nero judge would beH
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No sooner said but it was doneM
The Bourreau did his worstO
Gaphny alas is dead and goneM
And left his judge accursedO
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In this concise despotic wayU
Unhappy Gaphny fellI
Which did all honest men affrayH
As truly it might wellI
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Full two good hundred pounds a yearH
This poor man's real estateO
He settled on his favourite dearH
And Culliford can say'tO
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Besides he gave five hundred poundO
To Fielding his own scribeW
Who was his bail one friend he foundO
He owed him to the bribeW
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But for his horrid murder vileI
None did him prosecuteO
His old friend help'd him o'er the stileI
With Satan who disputeO
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With France fair England's mortal foeR
A trade he carried onM
Had any other done't I trowR
To tripos he had goneM
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That he did likewise traitorouslyI
To bring his ends to bearH
Enrich himself most knavishlyI
O thief without compareH
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Vast quantities of stores did heO
Embezzle and purloinM
Of the king's stores he kept a keyO
Converting them to coinM
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Te forfeited estates alsoR
Both real and personalI
Did with the stores together goR
Fierce Cerb'rus swallow'd allI
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Meanwhile the soldiers sigh'd and sobb'dO
For not one sous had theyU
His Excellence had each man fobb'dO
For he had sunk their payU
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Nero without the least disguiseK
The Papists at all timesK
Still favour'd and their robberiesK
Look'd on as trivial crimesK
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The Protestants whom they did robX
During his governmentO
Were forced with patience like good JobX
To rest themselves contentO
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For he did basely them refuseK
All legal remedyO
The Romans still he well did useK
Still screen'd their rogueryH
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Succinctly thus to you I've toldO
How this Viceroy did reignM
And other truths I shall unfoldO
For truth is always plainM
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The best of queens he hath reviledO
Before and since her deathY
He cruel and ungrateful smiledO
When she resign'd her breathY
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Forgetful of the favours kindO
She had on him bestow'dO
Like Lucifer his rancorous mindO
He loved nor her nor GodO
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But listen Nero lend thy earsK
As still thou hast them onM
Hear what Britannia says with tearsK
Of Anna dead and goneM
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'Oh sacred be her memoryH
For ever dear her nameZ
There never was nor ere can beH
A brighter juster dameZ
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'Bless'd be my sons and eke all thoseK
Who on her praises dwellI
She conquer'd Britain's fiercest foesK
She did all queens excelI
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'All princes kings and potentatesK
Ambassadors did sendO
All nations provinces and statesK
Sought Anna for their friendO
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'In Anna they did all confideO
For Anna they could trustO
Her royal faith they all had triedO
For Anna still was justO
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'Truth mercy justice did surroundO
Her awful judgement seatO
In her the Graces all were foundO
In Anna all completeO
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'She held the sword and balance rightO
And sought her people's goodO
In clemency she did delightO
Her reign not stain'd with bloodO
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'Her gracious goodness pietyH
In all her deeds did shineM
And bounteous was her charityH
All attributes divineM
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'Consummate wisdom meekness allI
Adorn'd the words she spokeA2
When they from her fair lips did fallI
And sweet her lovely lookB2
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'Ten thousand glorious deeds to crownM
She caused dire war to ceaseK
A greater empress ne'er was knownM
She fix'd the world in peaceK
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'This last and godlike act achievedO
To heaven she wing'd her flightO
Her loss with tears all Europe grievedO
Their strength and dear delightO
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'Leave we in bliss this heavenly saintO
Revere ye just her urnM
Her virtues high and excellentO
Astrea gone we mournM
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'Commemorate my sons the dayU
Which gave great Anna birthC2
Keep it for ever and for ayeO
And annual be your mirth '-
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Illustrious George now fills the throneM
Our wise benign good kingB
Who can his wondrous deeds make knownM
Or his bright actions singB
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Thee favourite Nero he has deign'dO
To raise to high degreeH
Well thou thy honours hast sustain'dO
Well vouch'd thy ancestryH
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But pass these honours on thee laidO
Can they e'er make thee whiteO
Don't Gaphny's blood which thou hast shedO
Thy guilty soul affrightO
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Oh is there not grim mortal tellI
Places of bliss and woR
Oh is there not a heaven a hellI
But whither wilt thou goR
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Can nought change thy obdurate mindO
Wilt thou for ever railI
The prophet on thee well refinedO
And set thy wit to saleI
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How thou art lost to sense and shameZ
Three countries witness beH
Thy conduct all just men do blameZ
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Lib'ra nos DomineH
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Dame Justice waits thee well I weenH
Her sword is brandish'd highO
Nought can thee from her vengeance screenH
Nor can'st thou from her flyO
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Heavy her ire will fall on theeH
The glittering steel is sureH
Sooner or later all agreeH
She cuts off the impureH
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To her I leave thee gloomy peerH
Think on thy crimes committedO
Repent and be for once sincereH
Thou ne'er wilt be De WittedO

Matthew Prior



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