The Indiscreet Confessions Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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FAMED Paris ne'er within its walls had gotA
Such magick charms as were Aminta's lotA
Youth beauty temper fortune she possessedB
And all that should a husband render blessedB
The mother still retained her 'neath the wingC
Her father's riches well might lovers bringC
Whate'er his daughter wished he would provideD
Amusements jewels dress and much besideD
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BLITHE Damon for her having felt the dartE
The belle received the offer of his heartE
So well he managed and expressed his flameF
That soon her lord and master he becameF
By Hymen's right divine you may conceiveG
And nothing short of it you should believeG
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A YEAR had passed and still our charming pairH
Were always pleased and blisses seemed to shareH
The honeymoon appeared but just beganI
And hopes were entertained to have a sonJ
When Damon on the subject chanced to touchK
In truth said he my soul is troubled muchK
There is a fact my dear to you I'll tellL
I wish sincerely since I love so wellL
That for another I had never knownM
Such fond affection as to you I've shownM
And none but you had entered in my breastB
So worthy ev'ry way to be caressedB
I have howe'er experienced other flameF
The fault's acknowledged I confess my shameF
'Twas in a wood the nymph was young and niceN
And Cupid only near to give adviceN
So well he managed or so ill you'll sayO
A little girl I've living at this dayO
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WHAT cried Aminta now to you I'll stateP
What happened once to be your spouse's fateP
I was at home alone to say the truthQ
When thither came by chance a sprightly youthQ
The lad was handsome with engaging mienR
I felt his worth my nature is sereneR
In short so many things were our employS
I've still upon my hands a little boyS
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THESE words no sooner had escaped the belleL
Than Damon into jealous torments fellL
With rage he left the room and on his wayO
A large pack saddle near his footsteps layO
Which on his back he put then cried aloudT
I'm saddled see round quickly came a crowdT
The father mother all the servants ranI
The neighbours too the husband then beganI
To state the circumstance that gave him painU
And fully all the folly to explainU
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THE reader must not fail to keep in mindV
Aminta's parents were both rich and kindV
And having only her to be their heirH
The aged couple let the youthful pairH
With all their train within the house resideD
And tranquilly the moments seemed to glideD
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THU mother fondly to her daughter flewW
The father followed keeping her in viewW
The dame went in but he remained withoutX
To listen he designed beyond a doubtX
The door was on the jar the sage drew nearY
In short to all they said he lent an earZ
The lady thus he heard reproach her childA2
You're clearly wrong most silly may be styledA2
I've many simpletons and ninnies seenR
But such as you before there ne'er has beenB2
Who'd have believed you indiscreet like thisC2
Who forced you to reveal what was amissC2
What obligation to divulge the factD2
More girls than one have failed to be exactD2
The Devil's crafty folks are wicked tooW
But that is no excuse however trueW
In convents all of us should be immuredW
Till perfectly by Hymen's bands securedW
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E'EN I who speak alas have troubles metW
Within my bosom oft I feel regretW
Three children ere my marriage I had gotW
Have I your father told this secret blotW
Have we together been less happy foundW
The list'ner had no sooner heard the soundW
But like a man distracted off he flewW
The saddle's girth which hazard near him threwW
He took and fastened tightly 'bout his waistW
Then bawled around and round with anxious hasteW
I'm girth'd d'ye see completely taken inB2
The people stared an 'gan to laugh and grinB2
Though each was conscious if the truth were knownM
The ridicule in turn might be his ownM
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BOTH husbands madly ran from cross to squareH
And with their foolish clamours rent the airH
I'm saddled hooted one I'm girth'd said thisC2
The latter some perhaps will doubt and hissC2
Such things however should not be disbelievedW
For instance recollect what's well receivedW
When Roland learned the pleasures and the charmsE2
His rival in the grot had in his armsE2
With fist he gave his horse so hard a blowF2
It sunk at once to realms of poignant woeF2
Might he not training round the hapless beastW
From weight of saddle have its back releasedW
And putting it upon his own have criedW
I'm saddled I'm girth'd and much besideW
No matter this or that since each is goodW
Which Echo would repeat from hill to woodW
You see that truth may be discovered hereZ
That's not enough its object should appearY
And that I'll show as further we proceedW
Your full attention I of course shall needW
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THE happy Damon clearly seems to meG2
As poor a thing as any we shall seeG2
His confidence would soon have spoiled the wholeH2
To leave a belle like this without controlH2
Her simplicity I much admireI2
Confess herself to spouse as if a friarJ2
What silliness imprudence is a wordW
Which here to use would truly be absurdW
To my discourse two heads alone remainU
The marriage vow you always should maintainU
Its faith the pair should ever keep in viewW
The path of honour steadily pursueW
If some mishap howe'er should chance to glideW
And make you limp on one or t'other sideW
Endeavour of the fault to make the bestW
And keep the secret locked within your breastW
Your own consideration never loseK2
Untruth 'tis pardonable then to useL2
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No doubt my pages nice advice supplyM2
Is't what I've followed No you may relyM2

Jean De La Fontaine



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