Mary Gulliver To Captain Lemuel Gulliver. An Epistle Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The captain some time after his return being retired to Mr Sympson's in the country Mrs Gulliver apprehending from his late behaviour some estrangement of his affections writes him the following expostulatory soothing and tenderly complaining epistle	A
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Welcome thrice welcome to thy native place	B
What touch me not what shun a wife's embrace	B
Have I for this thy tedious absence borne	C
And waked and wish'd whole nights for thy return	D
In five long years I took no second spouse	E
What Redriff wife so long hath kept her vows	F
Your eyes your nose inconstancy betray	G
Your nose you stop your eyes you turn away	G
'Tis said that thou shouldst 'cleave unto thy wife '	-
Once thou didst cleave and I could cleave for life	H
Hear and relent hark how thy children moan	I
Be kind at least to these they are thy own	I
Behold and count them all secure to find	J
The honest number that you left behind	J
See how they pat thee with their pretty paws	K
Why start you are they snakes or have they claws	K
Thy Christian seed our mutual flesh and bone	I
Be kind at least to these they are thy own	I
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Biddel like thee might farthest India rove	L
He changed his country but retain'd his love	M
There's Captain Pannel absent half his life	H
Comes back and is the kinder to his wife	H
Yet Pannel's wife is brown compared to me	N
And Mrs Biddel sure is fifty three	N
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Not touch me never neighbour call'd me slut	O
Was Flimnap's dame more sweet in Lilliput	O
I've no red hair to breathe an odious fume	P
At least thy consort's cleaner than thy groom	P
Why then that dirty stable boy thy care	Q
What mean those visits to the sorrel mare	Q
Say by what witchcraft or what demon led	O
Preferr'st thou litter to the marriage bed	O
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Some say the devil himself is in that mare	Q
If so our Dean shall drive him forth by prayer	Q
Some think you mad some think you are possess'd	O
That Bedlam and clean straw will suit you best	O
Vain means alas this frenzy to appease	R
That straw that straw would heighten the disease	R
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My bed the scene of all our former joys	S
Witness two lovely girls two lovely boys	S
Alone I press in dreams I call my dear	T
I stretch my hand no Gulliver is there	Q
I wake I rise and shivering with the frost	O
Search all the house my Gulliver is lost	O
Forth in the street I rush with frantic cries	U
The windows open all the neighbours rise	U
'Where sleeps my Gulliver Oh tell me where '	-
The neighbours answer 'With the sorrel mare '	-
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At early morn I to the market haste	O
Studious in everything to please thy taste	O
A curious fowl and 'sparagus I chose	V
For I remember'd you were fond of those	V
Three shillings cost the first the last seven groats	V
Sullen you turn from both and call for oats	V
Others bring goods and treasure to their houses	V
Something to deck their pretty babes and spouses	V
My only token was a cup like horn	C
That's made of nothing but a lady's corn	C
'Tis not for that I grieve oh 'tis to see	V
The groom and sorrel mare preferr'd to me	V
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These for some moments when you deign to quit	O
And at due distance sweet discourse admit	O
'Tis all my pleasure thy past toil to know	W
For pleased remembrance builds delight on woe	W
At every danger pants thy consort's breast	O
And gaping infants squall to hear the rest	O
How did I tremble when by thousands bound	O
I saw thee stretch'd on Lilliputian ground	O
When scaling armies climb'd up every part	O
Each step they trod I felt upon my heart	O
But when thy torrent quench'd the dreadful blaze	V
King queen and nation staring with amaze	V
Full in my view how all my husband came	X
And what extinguished theirs increased my flame	X
Those spectacles ordain'd thine eyes to save	Y
Were once my present love that armour gave	Y
How did I mourn at Bolgolam's decree	V
For when he sign'd thy death he sentenced me	V
When folks might see thee all the country round	O
For sixpence I'd have given a thousand pound	O
Lord when the giant babe that head of thine	Z
Got in his mouth my heart was up in mine	Z
When in the marrow bone I see thee ramm'd	O
Or on the house top by the monkey cramm'd	O
The piteous images renew my pain	A2
And all thy dangers I weep o'er again	B2
But on the maiden's nipple when you rid	O
Pray Heaven 'twas all a wanton maiden did	O
Glumdalclitch too with thee I mourn her case	V
Heaven guard the gentle girl from all disgrace	V
Oh may the king that one neglect forgive	C2
And pardon her the fault by which I live	D2
Was there no other way to set him free	V
My life alas I fear proved death to thee	V
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Oh teach me dear new words to speak my flame	X
Teach me to woo thee by thy best loved name	X
Whether the style of Grildrig please thee most	O
So call'd on Brobdignag's stupendous coast	O
When on the monarch's ample hand you sate	O
And halloo'd in his ear intrigues of state	O
Or Quinbus Flestrin more endearment brings	V
When like a mountain you look'd down on kings	V
If ducal Nardac Lilliputian peer	T
Or Glumglum's humbler title soothe thy ear	E2
Nay would kind Jove my organs so dispose	V
To hymn harmonious Houyhnhnm through the nose	V
I'd call thee Houyhnhnm that high sounding name	X
Thy children's noses all should twang the same	X
So might I find my loving spouse of course	V
Endued with all the virtues of a horse	V

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