Belphegor Addressed To Miss De Chammelay Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I placeA
The last effusions of my muse to graceA
O charming Phillis may the same extendB
Through time's dark night our praise together blendB
To this we surely may pretend to aimC
Your acting and my rhymes attention claimC
Long long in mem'ry's page your fame shall liveD
You who such ecstacy so often giveE
O'er minds o'er hearts triumphantly you reignF
In Berenice in Phaedra and ChimeneF
Your tears and plaintive accents all engageG
Beyond compare in proud Camilla's rageG
Your voice and manner auditors delightH
Who strong emotions can so well exciteH
No fine eulogium from my pen expectI
With you each air and grace appear correctI
My first of Phillis's you ought to beJ
My sole affection had been placed on theeJ
Long since had I presumed the truth to tellK
But he who loves would fain be loved as wellK
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NO hope of gaining such a charming fairL
Too soon perhaps I ceded to despairL
Your friend was all I ventured to be thoughtM
Though in your net I more than half was caughtN
Most willingly your lover I'd have beenF
But time it is our story should be seenF
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ONE day old Satan sov'reign dread of hellK
Reviewed his subjects as our hist'ries tellK
The diff'rent ranks confounded as they stoodO
Kings nobles females and plebeian bloodP
Such grief expressed and made such horrid criesQ
As almost stunned and filled him with surpriseQ
The monarch as he passed desired to knowF
The cause that sent each shade to realms belowF
Some said my HUSBAND others WIFE repliedR
The same was echoed loud from ev'ry sideR
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His majesty on this was heard to sayS
If truth these shadows to my ears conveyS
With ease our glory we may now augmentT
I'm fully bent to try th' experimentU
With this design we must some demon sendB
Who wily art with prudence well can blendB
And not content with watching Hymen's flockV
Must add his own experience to the stockV
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THE sable senate instantly approvedW
The proposition that the monarch movedW
Belphegor was to execute the workX
The proper talent in him seemed to lurkX
All ears and eyes a prying knave in grainF
In short the very thing they wished to gainF
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THAT he might all expense and cost defrayS
They gave him num'rous bills without delayS
And credit too in ev'ry place of noteY
With various things that might their plan promoteY
He was besides the human lot to fillZ
Of pleasure and of pain of good and illZ
In fact whate'er for mortals was designedA2
With his legation was to be combinedA2
He might by industry and wily artB2
His own afflictions dissipate in partB2
But die he could not nor his country seeJ
Till he ten years complete on earth should beJ
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BEHOLD him trav'lling o'er th' extensive spaceA
Between the realms of darkness and our raceA
To pass it scarcely he a moment tookC2
On Florence instantly he cast a lookC2
Delighted with the beauty of the spotN
He there resolved to fix his earthly lotN
Regarding it as proper for his wilesD2
A city famed for wanton freaks and guilesD2
Belphegor soon a noble mansion hiredE2
And furnished it with ev'ry thing desiredE2
As signor Roderick he designed to passF2
His equipage was large of ev'ry classF2
Expense anticipating day by dayS
What in ten years he had to throw awayS
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HIS noble entertainments raised surpriseQ
Magnificence alone would not sufficeG2
Delightful pleasures he dispensed aroundH2
And flattery abundantly was foundH2
An art in which a demon should excelK
No devil surely e'er was liked so wellK
His heart was soon the object of the FAIRL
To please Belphegor was their constant careL
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WHO lib'rally with presents smoothes the roadI2
Will meet no obstacles to LOVE'S abodeI2
In ev'ry situation they are sweetJ2
I've often said and now the same repeatJ2
The primum mobile of human kindA2
Are gold and silver through the world we findA2
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OUR envoy kept two books in which he wroteY
The names of all the married pairs of noteY
But that assigned to couples satisfiedR
He scarcely for it could a name provideR
Which made the demon almost blush to seeJ
How few alas in wedlock's chains agreeJ
While presently the other which containedK2
Th' unhappy not a leaf in blank remainedK2
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No other choice Belphegor now had gotN
Than try himself the hymeneal knotN
In Florence he beheld a certain fairL
With charming face and smart engaging airL
Of noble birth but puffed with empty prideR
Some marks of virtue though not much besideR
For Roderick was asked this lofty dameC
The father said Honesta such her nameC
Had many eligible offers foundH2
But 'mong the num'rous band that hovered roundH2
Perhaps his daughter Rod'rick's suit might takeL2
Though he should wish for time the choice to makeL2
This approbation met and Rod'rick 'ganF
To use his arts and execute his planF
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THE entertainments balls and serenadesJ
Plays concerts presents feasts and masqueradesJ
Much lessened what the demon with him broughtM
He nothing grudged whate'er was wished he boughtN
The dame believed high honour she bestowedI2
When she attention to his offer showedI2
And after prayers entreaties and the restM2
To be his wife she full assent expressedM2
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BUT first a pettifogger to him cameC
Of whom aside Belphegor made a gameC
What said the demon is a lady gainedK2
just like a house these scoundrels have obtainedK2
Such pow'r and sway without them nothing's doneF
But hell will get them when their course is runF
He reasoned properly when faith's no moreN2
True honesty is forced to leave the doorN2
When men with confidence no longer viewO2
Their fellow mortals happiness adieuO2
The very means we use t' escape the snareL
Oft deeper plunge us in the gulph of careL
Avoid attorneys if you comfort craveP2
Who knows a PETTIFOGGER knows a KNAVEP2
Their contracts filled with IFS and FORS appearQ2
The gate through which STRIFE found admittance hereR2
In vain we hope again the earth 'twill leaveS2
Still STRIFE remains and we ourselves deceiveS2
In spite of solemn forms and laws we seeJ
That LOVE and HYMEN often disagreeJ
The heart alone can tranquilize the mindA2
In mutual passion ev'ry bliss we findA2
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HOW diff'rent things in other states appearQ2
With friends 'tis who can be the most sincereQ2
With lovers all is sweetness balm of lifeT2
While all is IRKSOMENESS with man and wifeT2
We daily see from DUTY springs disgustU2
And PLEASURE likes true LIBERTY to trustU2
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ARE happy marriages for ever flownF
On full consideration I will ownF
That when each other's follies couples bearL
They then deserve the name of HAPPY PAIRL
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ENOUGH of this no sooner had our wightH
The belle possessed and passed the month's delightH
But he perceived what marriage must be hereR2
With such a demon in our nether sphereQ2
For ever jars and discords rang aroundH2
Of follies ev'ry class our couple foundH2
Honesta often times such noise would makeL2
Her screams and cries the neighbours kept awakeL2
Who running thither by the wife were toldV2
Some paltry tradesman's daughter coarse and boldV2
He should have had not one of rank like meJ
To treat me thus what villain he must beJ
A wife so virtuous could he e'er deserveW2
My scruples are too great or I should swerveW2
Indeed without dispute 'twould serve him rightH
We are not sure she nothing did in spiteH
These prudes can make us credit what they pleaseJ
Few ponder long when they can dupe with easeJ
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THIS wife and husband as our hist'ries sayJ
Each moment squabbled through the passing dayJ
Their disagreements often would ariseJ
About a petticoat cards tables piesJ
Gowns chairs dice summer houses in a wordE2
Things most ridiculous and quite absurdE2
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WELL might this spouse regret his Hell profoundH2
When he considered what he'd met on groundH2
To make our demon's wretchedness completeJ2
Honesta's relatives from ev'ry streetJ2
He seemed to marry since he daily fedX2
The father mother sister fit to wedX2
And lK

Jean De La Fontaine



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