Neighbour Peter's Mare Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A CERTAIN pious rector John his nameA
But little preached except when vintage cameA
And then no preparation he requiredB
On this he triumphed and was much admiredB
Another point he handled very wellC
Though oft'ner he'd thereon have liked to dwellC
And this the children of the present dayD
So fully know there's naught for me to sayD
John to the senses things so clearly broughtE
That much by wives and husbands he was soughtE
Who held his knowledge of superior priceF
And paid attention to his sage adviceF
Around whatever conscience he might findG
To soft delights and easy ways inclinedG
In person he would rigidly attendH
And seek to act the confessor and friendH
Not e'en his curate would he trust with theseI
But zealously he tried to give them easeI
And ev'ry where would due attention showJ
Observing that divines should always knowJ
Their flocks most thoroughly and visit roundK
To give instruction and the truth expoundK
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AMONG the folks to whom he visits paidL
Was neighbour Peter one who used the spadeL
A villager that God in lieu of landsM
Had furnished only with a pair of handsM
To dig and delve and by the mattock gainN
Enough his wife and children to maintainN
Still youthful charms you in his spouse might traceO
The weather injured solely had her faceO
But not the features which were perfect yetP
Some wish perhaps more blooming belles to getP
The rustick truly me would ne'er have pleasedQ
But such are oft by country parsons seizedQ
Who low amours and dishes coarse admireR
That palates more refined would not desireS
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THE pastor John would often on her leerS
just as a cur when store of bones are nearS
That would good pickings for his teeth affordT
Attentively behold the precious hoardT
And seem uneasy move his feet and tailU
Now prick his ears then fear he can't prevailU
The eyes still fixed upon the bite in sightV
Which twenty times to these affords delightV
Ere to his longing jaws the boon arrivesW
However anxiously the suitor strivesW
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SELF TORMENTS solely parson John obtainedX
By seeing her that o'er his senses reignedX
The village wife was innocent of thisY
And never dreamed of any thing amissY
The pastor's mystick looks nor flatt'ring waysZ
Nor presents aught in Magdalene could raiseZ
But nosegays made of thyme and marj'ram tooA2
Were dropt on ground or never kept in viewA2
A hundred little cares appeared as naughtE
'Twas Welch to her and ne'er conveyed a thoughtE
A pleasant stratagem he now contrivedB2
From which he hoped success might be derivedB2
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MOST clearly Peter was a heavy loutC2
Yet truly I could never have a doubtC2
That rashly he would ne'er himself commitD2
Though folly 'twere from him to look for witD2
Or aught expect by questioning to findG
'Yond this to reason he was not designedG
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THE rector to him said thou'rt poor my friendH
And hast not half enough for food to spendH
With other things that necessary proveE2
If we below with comfort wish to moveE2
Some day I'll show thee how thou may'st procureS
The means that will thy happiness insureS
And make thee feel contented as a kingF2
To me what present for it wilt thou bringF2
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ZOOKS Peter answered parson I desireS
You'll me direct to do as you requireS
My labour pray command 'tis all I've gotG2
Our pig howe'er to you we can allotG2
We want it not and truly it has eatH2
More bran than thrice this vessel would completeH2
The cow you'll take besides from which my wifeI2
A calf expects to raise the means of lifeI2
No no the pastor with a smile repliedJ2
A recompense for this thou'lt not provideJ2
My neighbour to oblige is all I heedK2
And now I'll tell thee how thou must proceedK2
Thy spouse by magick I'll transform each dayD
And turn her to a mare for cart or drayD
And then again restore her ev'ry nightV
To human form to give thy heart delightV
From this to thee great profit will ariseL2
Thy ass so slow is found that when suppliesL2
It carries to the market 'tis so lateM2
The hour is almost past ere at the gateM2
And then thy cabbages and herbs and rootsN2
Provisions provender and wares and fruitsN2
Remain unsold and home to spoil are broughtE
Since rarely far from thence such things are soughtE
But when thy wife's a mare she'll faster goJ
Strong active ev'ry way her worth she'll showJ
And home will come without expense in meatH2
No soup nor bread but solely herbs she'll eatH2
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SAID Peter parson clearly you are wiseL2
From learning what advantages ariseL2
Is this pray sold If I'd much money gotG2
To make the purchase I'd the cash allotG2
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CONTINUED John now I will thee instructO2
The proper manner matters to conductO2
For thee to have a clever mare by dayD
And still at night a charming wife surveyD
Face legs and ev'ry thing shall reappearS
Come see it done and I'll perform it hereS
Thou'lt then the method fully comprehendH
But hold thy tongue or all will quickly endH
A single word the magick would dispelC
And during life no more with us 'twould dwellC
Keep close thy mouth and merely ope' thy eyesL2
A glimpse alone to learn it will sufficeF
This o'er thyself shall practise it the sameA
And all will follow as when first it cameA
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THE husband promised he would hold his tongueP2
And John disliked deferring matters longQ2
Come Magdalene said he you will undressR2
To quit those Sunday clothes you'll acquiesceR2
And put yourself in Nature's pure arrayD
Well well proceed with stays and sleeves awayD
That's better still now petticoats lay byS2
How nicely with my orders you complyS2
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WHEN Magdalene was to the linen comeT2
Some marks of shame around her senses swumT2
A wife to live and die was her desireS
Much rather than be seen in Eve's attireS
She vowed that spite of what the priest disclosedU2
She never would consent to be exposedU2
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SAID Peter pretty work upon my truthV2
Not let us see how you are made forsoothV2
What silly scruples Are they in your creedK2
You were not always led such scenes to heedK2
Pray how d'ye manage when for fleas you seekW2
'Tis strange good sir that she should be so weakW2
What can you fear 'tis folly time to wasteX2
He will not eat you come I say make hasteX2
Have done with haggling had you acted rightV
Ere now the parson all had finished quiteV
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ON saying this her garment off he tookY2
Put on his spectacles to overlookY2
And parson John without delay beganZ2
Said he as o'er her person now he ranZ2
This part umbilical will make the mareS
A noble breast and strength at once declareS
Then further on the pastor placed his handA3
While with the other as a magick wandB3
He set about transforming mounts of snowJ
That in our climes a genial warmth bestowJ
And semi globes are called while those that riseL2
In t'other hemisphere of larger sizeL2
Are seldom mentioned through respect no doubtC2
But these howe'er the parson quite devoutC2
Would not neglect and whatsoe'er he feltC3
He always named and on its beauties dweltC3
The ceremony this it seems requiredB
And fully ev'ry movement John admiredB
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PROCEEDINGS so minute gave Peter painN
And as he could not see the rector gainN
The slightest change he prayed the pow'rs divineD3
To give assistance to the priest's designD3
But this was vain since all the magick spellC
In metamorphosing the lady wellC
Depended on the fixing of the tailU
Without this ornament the whole would failU
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To set it on the parson hastened nowE3
When Neighbour Peter 'gan to knit his browE3
And bawled so loud you might have heard him farS
No tail said he I'll have there'll be a scarS
You put it on too low but vain his criesL2
The husband's diligence would not sufficeF
For spite of ev'ry effort much was doneF3
And John completely his career had runF3
If Peter had not pulled the rector's gownG3
Who hastily replied thou ninny clownG3
Did I not tell thee silence to observeH3
And not a footstep from thy station swerveH3
The whole is spoiled insuffH3

Jean De La Fontaine



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