The Basset-table : An Eclogue Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Cardelia Smilinda	A
	-
Cardelia	B
The Basset Table spread the Tallier come	C
Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing Room	D
Rise pensive Nymph the Tallier waits for you	E
	-
Smilinda	A
Ah Madam since my Sharper is untrue	E
I joyless make my once ador'd	A
Alpeu	F
	-
I saw him stand behind Ombrelia's Chair	G
And whisper with that soft deluding air	G
And those feign'd sighs which cheat the list'ning Fair	G
	-
Cardelia	B
Is this the cause of your Romantic strains	H
A mightier grief my heavy heart sustains	H
As You by Love so I by Fortune cross'd	A
One one bad	A
Deal	B
Three	I
Septleva's	H
have lost	A
	-
Smilinda	A
Is that the grief which you compare with mine	J
With ease the smiles of Fortune I resign	J
Would all my gold in one bad Deal were gone	K
Were lovely Sharper mine and mine alone	L
	-
Cardelia	B
A Lover is lost is but a common care	G
And prudent Nymphs against that change prepare	G
The Knave of Clubs thrice lost Oh who could guess	H
This fatal stroke this unforeseen Distress	H
	-
Smilinda	A
See Betty Lovet very	I
a propos	H
	-
She all the cares of	M
Love	M
and	A
Play	B
does know	N
Dear Betty shall th' important point decide	A
Betty who oft the pain of each has try'd	A
Impartial she shall say who suffers most	A
By	-
Cards' Ill Usage	O
or by	-
Lover's lost	A
	-
	-
Lovet	A
Tell tell your griefs attentive will I stay	A
Tho' Time is precious and I want some Tea	A
	-
Cardelia	B
Behold this Equipage by Mathers wrought	A
With Fifty Guineas a great Pen'worth bought	A
See on the Tooth pick Mars and Cupid strive	P
And both the struggling figures seem alive	P
Upon the bottom shines the Queen's bright Face	H
A Myrtle Foliage round the Thimble Case	H
Jove Jove himself does on the Scissors shine	J
The Metal and the Workmanship divine	J
	-
Smilinda	A
This Snuff Box once the pledge of Sharper's love	M
When rival beauties for the Present strove	Q
At Corticelli's he the Raffle won	R
Then first his Passion was in public shown	L
Hazardia blush'd and turn'd her Head aside	A
A Rival's envy all in vain to hide	A
This Snuff Box on the Hinge see Brilliants shine	J
This Snuff Box will I stake the Prize is mine	J
	-
Cardelia	B
Alas far lesser losses than I bear	G
Have made a Soldier sigh a Lover swear	G
And Oh what makes the disappointment hard	A
'Twas my own Lord that drew the fatal Card	A
In complaisance I took the Queen he gave	S
Tho' my own secret wish was for the Knave	S
The Knave won Sonica which I had chose	H
And the next Pull my Septleva I lose	H
	-
Smilinda	A
But ah what aggravates the killing smart	A
The cruel thought that stabs me to the heart	A
This curs'd Ombrelia this undoing Fair	G
By whose vile arts this heavy grief I bear	G
She at whose name I shed these spiteful tears	H
She owes to me the very charms she wears	H
An awkward Thing when first she came to Town	T
Her Shape unfashion'd and her Face unknown	L
She was my friend I taught her first to spread	A
Upon her sallow cheeks enliv'ning red	A
I introduc'd her to the Park and Plays	H
And by my int'rest Cozens made her Stays	H
Ungrateful wretch with mimic airs grown pert	A
She dares to steal my Fav'rite Lover's heart	A
	-
Cardelia	B
Wretch that I was how often have I swore	U
When Winnall tally'd I would punt no more	U
I know the Bite yet to my Ruin run	R
And see the Folly which I cannot shun	R
	-
Smilinda	A
How many Maids have Sharper's vows deceiv'd	A
How many curs'd the moment they believ'd	A
Yet his known Falsehoods could no Warning prove	V
Ah what is warning to a Maid in Love	M
	-
Cardelia	B
But of what marble must that breast be form'd	A
To gaze on Basset and remain unwarm'd	A
When Kings Queens Knaves are set in decent rank	W
Expos'd in glorious heaps the tempting Bank	W
Guineas Half Guineas all the shining train	X
The Winner's pleasure and the Loser's pain	X
In bright Confusion open Rouleaux lie	B
They strike the Soul and glitter in the Eye	B
Fir'd by the sight all Reason I disdain	X
My Passions rise and will not bear the rein	X
Look upon Basset you who Reason boast	A
And see if Reason must not there be lost	A
	-
Smilinda	A
What more than marble must that heart compose	H
Can hearken coldly to my Sharper's Vows	H
Then when he trembles when his Blushes rise	H
When awful Love seems melting in his Eyes	H
With eager beats his Mechlin Cravat moves	H
	-
'He Loves '	-
I whisper to myself	Y
'He Loves '	-
	-
Such unfeign'd Passion in his Looks appears	H
I lose all Mem'ry of my former Fears	H
My panting heart confesses all his charms	H
I yield at once and sink into his arms	H
Think of that moment you who Prudence boast	A
For such a moment Prudence well were lost	A
	-
Cardelia	B
At the Groom Porter's batter'd Bullies play	B
Some Dukes at Mary Bone bowl Time away	B
But who the Bowl or ratt'ling Dice compares	H
To Basset's heav'nly Joys and pleasing Cares	H
	-
Smilinda	A
Soft Simplicetta doats upon a Beau	N
Prudina likes a Man and laughs at Show	N
Their several graces in my Sharper meet	A
Strong as the Footman as the Master sweet	A
	-
Lovet	A
Cease your contention which has been too long	Z
I grow impatient and the Tea's too strong	Z
Attend and yield to what I now decide	A
The Equipage shall grace Smilinda's Side	A
The Snuff Box to Cardelia I decree	A
Now leave complaining and begin your Tea	A

Alexander Pope

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