Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A DIALOGUE BETWEEN TWO ZEALOTS UPON THE &C. IN THE OATH, by JOHN CLEVELAND Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Sir roger, from a zealous piece of frieze Last Line: They and their tribe were all &c. Subject(s): Booker, John (1603-1677); Oaths; Religious Discrimination; Religious Conflict | ||||||||
SIR ROGER, from a zealous piece of frieze Raised to a vicar of the children's threes; Whose yearly audit may by strict account To twenty nobles and his vails amount; Fed on the common of the female charity Until the Scots can bring about their parity; So shotten that his soul, like to himself, Walks but in cuerpo; this same clergy-elf, Encountering with a brother of the cloth, Fell presently to cudgels with the Oath. The quarrel was a strange misshapen monster, &c., (God bless us) which they conster The brand upon the buttock of the Beast, The Dragon's tail tied on a knot, a nest Of young Apocryphas, the fashion Of a new mental Reservation. While Roger thus divides the text, the other Winks and expounds, saying, 'My pious brother, Hearken with reverence, for the point is nice. I never read on 't, but I fasted twice, And so by revelation know it better Than all the learn'd idolaters o'th' letter.' With that he swelled, and fell upon the theme Like great Goliah with his weaver's beam. 'I say to thee, &c., thou li'st! Thou art the curled lock of Antichrist; Rubbish of babel; for who will not say Tongues were confounded in &c.? Who swears &c., swears more oaths at once Than Cerberus out of his triple sconce. Who views it well, with the same eye beholds The old half Serpent in his numerous folds. Accurst &c. thou, for now I scent What lately the prodigious oysters meant! Oh Booker! Booker! How camest thou to lack This sign in thy prophetic almanac? It's the dark vault wherein th' infernal plot Of powder 'gainst the State was first begot. Peruse the Oath and you shall soon descry it By all the Father Garnets that stand by it; 'Gainst whom the Church, (whereof I am a member,) Shall keep another Fifth Day of November. Yet here's not all; I cannot half untruss &c. -- it's so abhominous! The Trojan nag was not so fully lined; Unrip &c., and you shall find Og the great commissary, and (which is worse) The apparitor upon his skew-bald horse. Then finally, my babe of grace, forbear, &c. will be too far to swear, For 'tis (to speak in a familiar style) A Yorkshire wee bit longer than a mile.' Here Roger was inspired, and by God's diggers He'll swear in words at large but not in figures. Now by this drink, which he takes off, as loath To leave &c. in his liquid oath. His brother pledged him, and that bloody wine He swears shall seal the Synod's Catiline. So they drunk on, not offering to part 'Till they had quite sworn out th' eleventh quart, While all that saw and heard them jointly pray They and their tribe were all &c. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: YEE BOW by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK; 1658 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN UNDERHILL by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LATIMER AND RIDLEY, BURNED AT THE STAKE IN OXFORD, 1555 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE NEW ANTHEM by NORMAN BOLKER ROGER WILLIAMS by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH AN EXPOSTULATION WITH A SECTARIST, WHO INVEIGHED AGAINST THE CLERGY by JOHN BYROM ON THE GROUND OF TRUE AND FALSE RELIGION by JOHN BYROM THE HUE AND THE CRY AFTER SIR JOHN PRESBYTER by JOHN CLEVELAND |
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