Epistle Ii: To A Lady (of The Characters Of Women ) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDDEFGGHHII BBIJ KKLLMMNN OOPPMMQQ MMRR SSMMTTUUVVWW XXYBZZA2A2B2B2C2RD2D 2E2E2 MMDDF2G2IIH2H2I2J2K2 K2L2L2M2M2 N2N2O2P2Q2Q2L2L2M2M2 G2G2O2P2 WJM2M2BYM2M2M2M2R2G2 II L2L2S2S2M2M2H2T2L2L2 U2U2L2L2V2V2L2L2L2L2 M2M2O2P2L2L2L2L2M2M2 M2M2YBW2X2 HHL2L2MM L2L2L2L2L2L2Y2Y2L2L2 L2L2BBL2L2Z2Z2NNL2L2 M2M2 A3NOTHING so true as what you once let fall | A |
Most Women have no Characters at all | A |
Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear | B |
And best distinguish'd by black brown or fair | B |
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How many pictures of one Nymph we view | C |
All how unlike each other all how true | C |
Arcadia's Countess here in ermin'd pride | D |
Is there Pastora by a fountain side | D |
Here Fannia leering on her own good man | E |
And there a naked Leda with a Swan | F |
Let then the Fair one beautifully cry | G |
In Magdalen's loose hair and lifted eye | G |
Or drest in smiles of sweet Cecilia shine | H |
With simpering Angels Palms and Harps divine | H |
Whether the Charmer sinner it or saint it | I |
If Folly grow romantic I must paint it | I |
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Come then the colours and the ground prepare | B |
Dip in the Rainbow trick her off in Air | B |
Choose a firm Cloud before it fall and in it | I |
Catch ere she change the Cynthia of this minute | J |
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Rufa whose eye quick glancing o'er the Park | K |
Attracts each light gay meteor of a Spark | K |
Agrees as ill with Rufa studying Locke | L |
As Sappho's diamonds with her dirty smock | L |
Or Sappho at her toilet's greasy task | M |
With Sappho fragrant at an evening Masque | M |
So morning Insects that in muck begun | N |
Shine buzz and flyblow in the setting sun | N |
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How soft is Silia fearful to offend | O |
The Frail one's advocate the Weak one's friend | O |
To her Calista prov'd her conduct nice | P |
And good Simplicius asks of her advice | P |
Sudden she storms she raves You tip the wink | M |
But spare your censure Silia does not drink | M |
All eyes may see from what the change arose | Q |
All eyes may see a Pimple on her nose | Q |
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Papillia wedded to her amorous spark | M |
Sighs for the shades How charming is a Park | M |
A Park is purchas'd but the Fair he sees | R |
All bath'd in tears Oh odious odious Trees | R |
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Ladies like variegated Tulips show | S |
'Tis to their Changes half their charms we owe | S |
Fine by defect and delicately weak | M |
Their happy Spots the nice admirer take | M |
'Twas thus Calypso once each heart alarm'd | T |
Aw'd without Virtue without Beauty charmed | T |
Her tongue bewitch'd as oddly as her Eyes | U |
Less Wit than Mimic more a Wit than wise | U |
Strange graces still and stranger flights she had | V |
Was just not ugly and was just not mad | V |
Yet ne'er so sure our passion to create | W |
As when she touch'd the brink of all we hate | W |
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Narcissa's nature tolerably mild | X |
To make a wash would hardly stew a child | X |
Has ev'n been prov'd to grant a Lover's pray'r | Y |
And paid a Tradesman once to make him stare | B |
Gave alms at Easter in a Christian trim | Z |
And made a Widow happy for a whim | Z |
Why then declare Good nature is her scorn | A2 |
When 'tis by that alone she can be borne | A2 |
Why pique all mortals yet affect a name | B2 |
A fool to Pleasure yet a slave to Fame | B2 |
Now deep in Taylor and the Book of Martyrs | C2 |
Now drinking citron with his Grace and Chartres | R |
Now Conscience chills her and now Passion burns | D2 |
And Atheism and Religion take their turns | D2 |
A very Heathen in the carnal part | E2 |
Yet still a sad good Christian at her heart | E2 |
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See Sin in State majestically drunk | M |
Proud as a Peeress prouder as a Punk | M |
Chaste to her Husband frank to all beside | D |
A teeming Mistress but a barren Bride | D |
What then let Blood and Body bear the fault | F2 |
Her Head's untouch'd that noble Seat of Thought | G2 |
Such this day's doctrine in another fit | I |
She sins with Poets thro' pure Love of Wit | I |
What has not fir'd her bosom or her brain | H2 |
Caesar and Tallboy Charles and Charlemagne | H2 |
As Helluo late Dictator of the Feast | I2 |
The Nose of Hautgout and the Tip of Taste | J2 |
Critick'd your wine and analyz'd your meat | K2 |
Yet on plain Pudding deign'd at home to eat | K2 |
So Philomede lecturing all mankind | L2 |
On the soft Passion and the Taste refin'd | L2 |
Th' Address the Delicacy stoops at once | M2 |
And makes her hearty meal upon a Dunce | M2 |
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Flavia's a Wit has too much sense to Pray | N2 |
To Toast our wants and wishes is her way | N2 |
Nor asks of God but of her Stars to give | O2 |
The mighty blessing while we live to live | P2 |
Then all for Death that Opiate of the soul | Q2 |
Lucretia's dagger Rosamonda's bowl | Q2 |
Say what can cause such impotence of mind | L2 |
A spark too fickle or a Spouse too kind | L2 |
Wise Wretch with Pleasures too refin'd to please | M2 |
With too much Spirit to be e'er at ease | M2 |
With too much Quickness ever to be taught | G2 |
With too much Thinking to have common Thought | G2 |
You purchase Pain with all that Joy can give | O2 |
And die of nothing but a Rage to live | P2 |
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Turn then from Wits and look on Simo's Mate | W |
No Ass so meek no Ass so obstinate | J |
Or her that owns her Faults but never mends | M2 |
Because she's honest and the best of Friends | M2 |
Or her whose life the Church and Scandal share | B |
For ever in a Passion or a Pray'r | Y |
Or her who laughs at Hell but like her Grace | M2 |
Cries Ah how charming if there's no such place | M2 |
Or who in sweet vicissitude appears | M2 |
Of Mirth and Opium Ratafie and Tears | M2 |
The daily Anodyne and nightly Draught | R2 |
To kill those foes to Fair ones Time and Thought | G2 |
Woman and Fool are two hard things to hit | I |
For true No meaning puzzles more than Wit | I |
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But what are these to great Atossa's mind | L2 |
Scarce once herself by turns all Womankind | L2 |
Who with herself or others from her birth | S2 |
Finds all her life one warfare upon earth | S2 |
Shines in exposing Knaves and painting Fools | M2 |
Yet is whate'er she hates and ridicules | M2 |
No Thought advances but her Eddy Brain | H2 |
Whisks it about and down it goes again | T2 |
Full sixty years the World has been her Trade | L2 |
The wisest Fool much Time has ever made | L2 |
From loveless youth to unrespected age | U2 |
No passion gratify'd except her Rage | U2 |
So much the Fury still outran the Wit | L2 |
The Pleasure miss'd her and the Scandal hit | L2 |
Who breaks with her provokes Revenge from Hell | V2 |
But he's a bolder man who dares be well | V2 |
Her ev'ry turn with Violence pursu'd | L2 |
Nor more a storm her Hate than Gratitude | L2 |
To that each Passion turns or soon or late | L2 |
Love if it makes her yield must make her hate | L2 |
Superiors death and Equals what a curse | M2 |
But an Inferior not dependant worse | M2 |
Offend her and she knows not to forgive | O2 |
Oblige her and she'll hate you while you live | P2 |
But die and she'll adore you Then the Bust | L2 |
And Temple rise then fall again to dust | L2 |
Last night her Lord was all that's good and great | L2 |
A Knave this morning and his Will a Cheat | L2 |
Strange by the Means defeated of the Ends | M2 |
By Spirit robb'd of Pow'r by Warmth of Friends | M2 |
By Wealth of Followers without one distress | M2 |
Sick of herself thro' very selfishness | M2 |
Atossa curs'd with ev'ry granted pray'r | Y |
Childless with all her Children wants an Heir | B |
To Heirs unknown descends th' unguarded store | W2 |
Or wanders Heav'n directed to the Poor | X2 |
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Pictures like these dear Madam to design | H |
Asks no firm hand and no unerring line | H |
Some wandering touches some reflected light | L2 |
Some flying stroke alone can hit 'em right | L2 |
For how should equal Colours do the knack | M |
Chameleons who can paint in white and black | M |
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Yet Chloe sure was form'd without a spot | L2 |
Nature in her then err'd not but forgot | L2 |
With ev'ry pleasing ev'ry prudent part | L2 |
Say what can Chloe want She wants a Heart | L2 |
She speaks behaves and acts just as she ought | L2 |
But never never reach'd one gen'rous Thought | L2 |
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour | Y2 |
Content to dwell in Decencies for ever | Y2 |
So very reasonable so unmov'd | L2 |
As never yet to love or to be lov'd | L2 |
She while her Lover pants upon her breast | L2 |
Can mark the figures on an Indian chest | L2 |
And when she sees her Friend in deep despair | B |
Observes how much a Chintz exceeds Mohair | B |
Forbid it Heav'n a Favour or a Debt | L2 |
She e'er should cancel but she may forget | L2 |
Safe is your Secret still in Chloe's ear | Z2 |
But none of Chloe's shall you ever hear | Z2 |
Of all her Dears she never slander'd one | N |
But cares not if a thousand are undone | N |
Would Chloe know if you're alive or dead | L2 |
She bids her Footman put it in her head | L2 |
Chloe is prudent Would you too be wise | M2 |
Then never break your heart when Chloe dies | M2 |
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One certain Portrait may I grant b | A3 |
Alexander Pope
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