The Fairy Temple; Or, Oberon's Chapel Poem Rhyme Scheme

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THE FAIRY TEMPLE OR OBERON'S CHAPEL	A
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DEDICATED TO MR JOHN MERRIFIELD	B
COUNSELLOR AT LAW	C
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RARE TEMPLES THOU HAST SEEN I KNOW	D
AND RICH FOR IN AND OUTWARD SHOW	D
SURVEY THIS CHAPEL BUILT ALONE	E
WITHOUT OR LIME OR WOOD OR STONE	E
THEN SAY IF ONE THOU'ST SEEN MORE FINE	F
THAN THIS THE FAIRIES' ONCE NOW THINE	F
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THE TEMPLE	A
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A way enchaced with glass and beads	G
There is that to the Chapel leads	G
Whose structure for his holy rest	H
Is here the Halcyon's curious nest	H
Into the which who looks shall see	I
His Temple of Idolatry	I
Where he of god heads has such store	J
As Rome's Pantheon had not more	J
His house of Rimmon this he calls	K
Girt with small bones instead of walls	K
First in a niche more black than jet	L
His idol cricket there is set	L
Then in a polish'd oval by	M
There stands his idol beetle fly	M
Next in an arch akin to this	N
His idol canker seated is	O
Then in a round is placed by these	P
His golden god Cantharides	P
So that where'er ye look ye see	P
No capital no cornice free	P
Or frieze from this fine frippery	P
Now this the Fairies would have known	E
Theirs is a mixt religion	Q
And some have heard the elves it call	R
Part Pagan part Papistical	R
If unto me all tongues were granted	S
I could not speak the saints here painted	S
Saint Tit Saint Nit Saint Is Saint Itis	P
Who 'gainst Mab's state placed here right is	P
Saint Will o' th' Wisp of no great bigness	P
But alias call'd here FATUUS IGNIS	P
Saint Frip Saint Trip Saint Fill Saint Filly	R
Neither those other saint ships will I	M
Here go about for to recite	T
Their number almost infinite	U
Which one by one here set down are	P
In this most curious calendar	P
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First at the entrance of the gate	V
A little puppet priest doth wait	V
Who squeaks to all the comers there	P
'Favour your tongues who enter here	P
'Pure hands bring hither without stain '	-
A second pules 'Hence hence profane '	-
Hard by i' th' shell of half a nut	U
The holy water there is put	W
A little brush of squirrels' hairs	P
Composed of odd not even pairs	P
Stands in the platter or close by	M
To purge the fairy family	R
Near to the altar stands the priest	X
There offering up the holy grist	Y
Ducking in mood and perfect tense	P
With much good do't him reverence	P
The altar is not here four square	P
Nor in a form triangular	P
Nor made of glass or wood or stone	E
But of a little transverse bone	E
Which boys and bruckel'd children call	R
Playing for points and pins cockall	R
Whose linen drapery is a thin	Z
Sub ile and ductile codling's skin	Z
Which o'er the board is smoothly spread	A2
With little seal work damasked	A2
The fringe that circumbinds it too	A2
Is spangle work of trembling dew	A2
Which gently gleaming makes a show	D
Like frost work glitt'ring on the snow	D
Upon this fetuous board doth stand	A2
Something for shew bread and at hand	A2
Just in the middle of the altar	P
Upon an end the Fairy psalter	P
Graced with the trout flies' curious wings	P
Which serve for watchet ribbonings	P
Now we must know the elves are led	A2
Right by the Rubric which they read	A2
And if report of them be true	A2
They have their text for what they do	A2
Ay and their book of canons too	A2
And as Sir Thomas Parson tells	P
They have their book of articles	P
And if that Fairy knight not lies	P
They have their book of homilies	P
And other Scriptures that design	F
A short but righteous discipline	Q
The bason stands the board upon	B2
To take the free oblation	B2
A little pin dust which they hold	A2
More precious than we prize our gold	A2
Which charity they give to many	B2
Poor of the parish if there's any	B2
Upon the ends of these neat rails	P
Hatch'd with the silver light of snails	P
The elves in formal manner fix	P
Two pure and holy candlesticks	P
In either which a tall small bent	A2
Burns for the altar's ornament	A2
For sanctity they have to these	P
Their curious copes and surplices	P
Of cleanest cobweb hanging by	M
In their religious vestery	A2
They have their ash pans and their brooms	P
To purge the chapel and the rooms	P
Their many mumbling mass priests here	A2
And many a dapper chorister	A2
Their ush'ring vergers here likewise	P
Their canons and their chaunteries	P
Of cloister monks they have enow	B2
Ay and their abbey lubbers too	A2
And if their legend do not lie	M
They much affect the papacy	P
And since the last is dead there's hope	C2
Elve Boniface shall next be Pope	C2
They have their cups and chalices	P
Their pardons and indulgences	P
Their beads of nits bells books and wax	P
Candles forsooth and other knacks	P
Their holy oil their fasting spittle	R
Their sacred salt here not a little	R
Dry chips old shoes rags grease and bones	P
Beside their fumigations	P
Many a trifle too and trinket	A2
And for what use scarce man would think it	A2
Next then upon the chanter's side	A2
An apple's core is hung up dried	A2
With rattling kernels which is rung	D2
To call to morn and even song	E2
The saint to which the most he prays	P
And offers incense nights and days	P
The lady of the lobster is	P
Whose foot pace he doth stroke and kiss	P
And humbly chives of saffron brings	P
For his most cheerful offerings	P
When after these he's paid his vows	P
He lowly to the altar bows	P
And then he dons the silk worm's shed	A2
Like a Turk's turban on his head	A2
And reverently departeth thence	P
Hid in a cloud of frankincense	P
And by the glow worm's light well guided	A2
Goes to the Feast that's now provided	A2

Robert Herrick

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