The Progress Of A Divine: Satire Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEFGH IIJJKKLLMMNNII LLLLII LLOPLLQQRRQQSSRRLL NNTTUULLVWXY CCZZFEA2A2RRB2B2JJTT LLC2C2B2B2LLD2D2 LLE2E2 CCLLII LLB2B2 F2F2LLG2G2LLH2H2I2I2 J2J2K2L2I2I2 LLPP KM2CCPPN2N2O2O2PPP2P 2 LLPPQ2Q2LLLLQ2Q2R2R2 S2S2 RRPPT2T2U2U2V2V2B2B2 V2V2W2W2LLMMX2X2Y2I| All priests are not the same be understood | A |
| Priests are like other folks some bad some good | A |
| What's vice or virtue sure admits no doubt | B |
| Then clergy with church mission or without | B |
| When good or bad annex we to your name | C |
| The greater honour or the greater shame | C |
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| Mark how a country Curate once could rise | D |
| Tho' neither learn'd nor witty good nor wise | D |
| Of innkeeper or butcher if begot | E |
| At Cam or Isis bred imports it not | F |
| A Servitor he was Of hall or college | G |
| Ask not to neither credit is his knowledge | H |
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| Four years thro' foggy ale yet made him see | I |
| Just his neck verse to read and take degree | I |
| A gown with added sleeves he now may wear | J |
| While his round cap transforms into a square | J |
| Him quite unsconc'd the butt'ry book shall own | K |
| At pray'rs tho' ne'er devout so constant known | K |
| Let testimonials then his worth disclose | L |
| He gains a cassock beaver and a rose | L |
| A Curate now his furniture review | M |
| A few old sermons and a bottle screw | M |
| A Curate Where His name cries one recite | N |
| Or tell me this Is pudding his delight | N |
| Why our's loves pudding Does he so 'tis he | I |
| A Servitor Sure Curl will find a key | I |
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| His Alma Mater now he quite forsakes | L |
| She gave him one degree and two he takes | L |
| He now the hood and sleeve of Master wears | L |
| Doctor quoth they and lo a scarf he bears | L |
| A swelling russling glossy scarf yet he | I |
| By peer unqualify'd as by degree | I |
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| This Curate learns church dues and law to tease | L |
| When time shall serve for tithes and surplice fees | L |
| When 'scapes some portion'd girl from guardian's pow'r | O |
| He the snug licence gets for nuptual hour | P |
| And rend'ring vain her parent's prudent cares | L |
| To sharper weds her and with sharper shares | L |
| Let babes of poverty convulsive lie | Q |
| No bottle waits tho' babes unsprinkled die | Q |
| Half office serves the fun'ral if it bring | R |
| No hope of scarf or hatband gloves or ring | R |
| Does any wealthy fair desponding lie | Q |
| With scrup'lous conscience tho' she knows not why | Q |
| Would cordial counsel make the patient well | S |
| Our priest shall raise the vapours not dispel | S |
| His cant some orphan's piteous case shall bring | R |
| He bids her give the widow's heart to sing | R |
| He pleads for age in want and while she lingers | L |
| Thus snares her charity with bird lime fingers | L |
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| Now in the patron's mansion see the wight | N |
| Factious for pow'r a son of Levy right | N |
| Servile to 'squires to vassals proud his mien | T |
| As Codex to inferior Clergy seen | T |
| He flatters till you blush but when withdrawn | U |
| 'Tis his to slander as 'twas his to fawn | U |
| He pumps for secrets pries o'er servants' ways | L |
| And like a meddling priest can mischief raise | L |
| And from such mischief thus can plead desert | V |
| 'Tis all my patron's int'rest at my heart | W |
| Deep in his mind all wrongs from others live | X |
| None more need pardon and none less forgive | Y |
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| At what does next his erudition aim | C |
| To kill the footed and the feather'd game | C |
| Then this Apostle for a daintier dish | Z |
| With line or net shall plot the fate of fish | Z |
| In kitchen what the cookmaid calls a cot | F |
| In cellar with the butler brother sot | E |
| Here too he corks in brewhouse hops the beer | A2 |
| Bright in the hall his parts at whist appear | A2 |
| Dext'rous to pack yet at all cheats exclaiming | R |
| The priest has av'rice av'rice itch of gaming | R |
| And gaming fraud But fair he strikes the ball | B2 |
| And at the plain of billiard pockets all | B2 |
| At tables now But oh if gammon'd there | J |
| The startling echoes learn like him to swear | J |
| Tho' ne'er at authors in the study seen | T |
| At bowls sagacious master of the green | T |
| A connoisseur as cunning as a fox | L |
| To bet on racers or on battling cocks | L |
| To preach o'er beer in boroughs to procure | C2 |
| Voters to make the 'squire's election sure | C2 |
| For this where clowns stare gape and grin and baul | B2 |
| Free to buffoon his function to 'em all | B2 |
| When the clod justice some horse laugh wou'd raise | L |
| Foremost the dullest of dull jokes to praise | L |
| To say or unsay at his patron's nod | D2 |
| To do the will of all save that of God | D2 |
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| His int'rest the most servile part he deems | L |
| Yet much he sways where much to serve he seems | L |
| He sways his patron rules the Lady most | E2 |
| And as he rules the Lady rules the roast | E2 |
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| Old tradesmen must give way to new his aim | C |
| Extorted poundage once the steward's claim | C |
| Tenants are rais'd or as his pow'r increases | L |
| Unless they fine to him renew no leases | L |
| Thus tradesmen servants tenants none are free | I |
| Their loss and murmur are his gain and glee | I |
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| Lux'ry he loves but like a priest of sense | L |
| Ev'n lux'ry loves not at his own expence | L |
| Tho' harlot passions wanton with his will | B2 |
| Yet av'rice is his wedded passion still | B2 |
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| See him with napkin o'er his band tuck'd in | F2 |
| While the rich grease hangs glist'ning on his chin | F2 |
| Or as the dew from Aaron's beard declines | L |
| Ev'n to his garment hem soft trickling shines | L |
| He feeds and feeds swills soop and sucks up marrow | G2 |
| Swills sucks and feeds till leach'rous as a sparrow | G2 |
| Thy pleasure Onan now no more delights | L |
| The lone amusement of his chaster nights | L |
| He boasts let Ladies put him to the test | H2 |
| Strong back broad shoulders and a well built chest | H2 |
| With stiff'ning nerves now steals he sly away | I2 |
| Alert warm chuckling ripe for am'rous play | I2 |
| Ripe to caress the lass he once thought meet | J2 |
| At church to chide when penanc'd in a sheet | J2 |
| He pants the titillating joy to prove | K2 |
| The fierce short sallies of luxurious love | L2 |
| Not fair Cadiere and Confessor than they | I2 |
| In straining transports more lascivious lay | I2 |
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| Conceives her womb while each so melts and thrills | L |
| He plies her now with love and now with pills | L |
| No more falls penance cloath'd in shame upon her | P |
| These kill her embryo and preserve her honour | P |
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| Riches love pow'r his passions then we own | K |
| Can he court pow'r and pant not for renown | M2 |
| Fool wise good wicked all desire a name | C |
| Than him young heroes burn not more for fame | C |
| While about ways of heav'n the schoolmen jar | P |
| The church re echoing to the wordy war | P |
| The ways of earth he on his horse astride | N2 |
| Can with big words contest with blows decide | N2 |
| He dares some carrier charg'd with cumb'rous load | O2 |
| Disputes dismounts and boxes for the road | O2 |
| Ye hooting boys Oh Well play'd parson cry | P |
| Oh Well play'd parson hooting vales reply | P |
| Winds waft it to Cathedral Domes around | P2 |
| Cathedral Domes from inmost choirs resound | P2 |
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| The man has many meritorious ways | L |
| He'll smoak his pipe and London's prelate praise | L |
| His public pray'rs his oaths for George declare | P |
| Yet mental reservation may forswear | P |
| For safe with friends he now in loyal stealth | Q2 |
| Hiccups and stagg'ring cries King Jemmy's health | Q2 |
| God's word he preaches now and now profanes | L |
| Now swallows camels and at gnats now strains | L |
| He pities men who in unrighteous days | L |
| Read or what's worse write poetry and plays | L |
| He readeth not what any author saith | Q2 |
| The more his merit in implicit faith | Q2 |
| Those who a jot from mother church recede | R2 |
| He damns like any Athanasian creed | R2 |
| He rails at Hoadley so can zeal possess him | S2 |
| He's orthodox as Gibson's self God bless him | S2 |
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| Satan whom yet for once he pays thanksgiving | R |
| Sweeps off th' incumbent now of fat goose living | R |
| He seeks his patron's Lady finds the fair | P |
| And for her int'rest first prefers his prayer | P |
| You pose me not said she tho' hard the task | T2 |
| Tho' husbands seldom give what wives will ask | T2 |
| My dearee does not yet to think incline | U2 |
| How oft your nest you feather priest from mine | U2 |
| This pin money tho' short has not betray'd | V2 |
| Nor jewels pawn'd nor tradesmen's bills unpay'd | V2 |
| Mine is the female fashionable skill | B2 |
| To win my wants by cheating at quadrille | B2 |
| You bid me with prim look the world delude | V2 |
| Nor sins my priest demurer than his prude | V2 |
| Least thinks my Lord you plant the secret horn | W2 |
| That yours his hopeful heir so newly born | W2 |
| 'Tis mine to tease him first with jealous fears | L |
| And thunder all my virtue in his ears | L |
| My virtue rules unquestion'd Where's the cue | M |
| For that which governs him to govern you | M |
| I gave you pow'r the family complain | X2 |
| I gave you love but all your love is gain | X2 |
| My int'rest wealth for these alone you burn | Y2 |
| With these you leave me | I |
Richard Savage
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