The Husband-confessor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFGHH IIJJKKLLMMNNOOGFBBPP QQ RRSSOOTTLLUU| WHEN Francis named the first o'er Frenchmen reign'd | A |
| In Italy young Arthur laurels gained | A |
| And oft such daring valour showed in fight | B |
| With ev'ry honour he was made a knight | B |
| The monarch placed the spur upon his heel | C |
| That all around his proper worth might feel | C |
| Then household deities at home he sought | D |
| Where not at prayers his beauteous dame he caught | E |
| He'd left her truly quite dissolv'd in tears | F |
| But now the belle had bid adieu to fears | G |
| And oft was dancing joyously around | H |
| With all the company that could be found | H |
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| GALLANTS in crowds Sir Arthur soon perceived | I |
| At sight of these the knight was sorely grieved | I |
| And turning in his mind how best to act | J |
| Cried he Can this be truly held a fact | J |
| That I've been worthy while I'd fame in view | K |
| Of cuckoldom at home and knighthood too | K |
| It ought to be but half the truth let's know | L |
| From constancy the purest blessings flow | L |
| Then like a father confessor he dressed | M |
| And took his seat where priests their flock confessed | M |
| His lady absolution sought that day | N |
| And on her knees before him 'gan to pray | N |
| The minor sins were told with downcast eyes | O |
| And then for hearing those of larger size | O |
| The husband confessor prepared his ears | G |
| Said she Good father 'mid a flood of tears | F |
| My bed receives the fault I fear's not slight | B |
| A gentleman a parson and a knight | B |
| Still more had followed but by rage o'ercome | P |
| Sir Arthur cut the thread and she was mum | P |
| Though doubtless had the fair been let proceed | Q |
| Quite long her Litany had been decreed | Q |
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| THe husband in a rage exclaimed thou jade | R |
| A parson say'st thou t'whom dost think thou'st made | R |
| This curst confession To my spouse cried she | S |
| I saw you enter here and came with glee | S |
| Supposing you'd a trick to raise surprise | O |
| Howe'er 'tis strange that one so very wise | O |
| The riddle should not fully comprehend | T |
| A KNIGHT the king created you my friend | T |
| A GENTLEMAN your rank was long ago | L |
| A PARSON you have made yourself you know | L |
| Good heav'ns exclaimed the knight 'tis very clear | U |
| And I a blockhead surely must appear | U |
Jean De La Fontaine
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