Elegy I: Jealousy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGGHIBBJBKKBBLM NNOOPIJJNQIHRR

Fond woman which wouldst have thy husband dieA
And yet complain'st of his great jealousyB
If swol'n with poison he lay in his last bedC
His body with a sere bark coveredD
Drawing his breath as thick and short as canE
The nimblest crocheting musicianF
Ready with loathsome vomiting to spewG
His soul out of one hell into a newG
Made deaf with his poor kindred's howling criesH
Begging with few feigned tears great legaciesI
Thou wouldst not weep but jolly and frolic beB
As a slave which tomorrow should be freeB
Yet weep'st thou when thou seest him hungerlyJ
Swallow his own death hearts bane jealousyB
O give him many thanks he's courteousK
That in suspecting kindly warneth usK
Wee must not as we used flout openlyB
In scoffing riddles his deformityB
Nor at his board together being satL
With words nor touch scarce looks adulterateM
Nor when he swol'n and pampered with great fareN
Sits down and snorts caged in his basket chairN
Must we usurp his own bed any moreO
Nor kiss and play in his house as beforeO
Now I see many dangers for that isP
His realm his castle and his dioceseI
But if as envious men which would revileJ
Their Prince or coin his gold themselves exileJ
Into another country and do it thereN
We play in another house what should we fearQ
There we will scorn his houshold policiesI
His seely plots and pensionary spiesH
As the inhabitants of Thames' right sideR
Do London's Mayor or Germans the Pope's prideR

John Donne



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