Elegy Xviii: Love's Progress Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Who ever loves if he do not propose	A
The right true end of love he's one that goes	A
To sea for nothing but to make him sick	B
Love is a bear whelp born if we o'erlick	B
Our love and force it new strange shapes to take	C
We err and of a lump a monster make	C
Were not a calf a monster that were grown	D
Faced like a man though better than his own	D
Perfection is in unity prefer	E
One woman first and then one thing in her	E
I when I value gold may think upon	F
The ductileness the application	G
The wholsomeness the ingenuity	H
From rust from soil from fire ever free	H
But if I love it 'tis because 'tis made	I
By our new nature Use the soul of trade	I
All these in women we might think upon	F
If women had them and yet love but one	G
Can men more injure women than to say	J
They love them for that by which they're not they	J
Makes virtue woman Must I cool my blood	K
Till I both be and find one wise and good	L
May barren angels love so But if we	H
Make love to woman virtue is not she	H
As beauty's not nor wealth He that strays thus	M
From her to hers is more adulterous	M
Than if he took her maid Search every sphere	N
And firmament our Cupid is not there	O
He's an infernal god and under ground	P
With Pluto dwells where gold and fire abound	P
Men to such gods their sacrificing coals	Q
Did not in altars lay but pits and holes	Q
Although we see celestial bodies move	R
Above the earth the earth we till and love	S
So we her airs contemplate words and heart	T
And virtues but we love the centric part	T
Nor is the soul more worthy or more fit	U
For love than this as infinite is it	U
But in attaining this desired place	V
How much they err that set out at the face	V
The hair a forest is of ambushes	W
Of springs snares fetters and manacles	W
The brow becalms us when 'tis smooth and plain	X
And when 'tis wrinkled shipwrecks us again	Y
Smooth 'tis a paradise where we would have	Z
Immortal stay and wrinkled 'tis our grave	A2
The nose like to the first meridian runs	W
Not 'twixt an East and West but 'twixt two suns	W
It leaves a cheek a rosy hemisphere	N
On either side and then directs us where	O
Upon the Islands Fortunate we fall	B2
Not faint Canaries but Ambrosial	C2
Her swelling lips to which when we are come	D2
We anchor there and think ourselves at home	E2
For they seem all there Sirens' songs and there	O
Wise Delphic oracles do fill the ear	F2
There in a creek where chosen pearls do swell	G2
The remora her cleaving tongue doth dwell	G2
These and the glorious promontory her chin	H2
O'erpassed and the straight Hellespont between	I2
The Sestos and Abydos of her breasts	W
Not of two lovers but two loves the nests	W
Succeeds a boundless sea but yet thine eye	J2
Some island moles may scattered there descry	F2
And sailing towards her India in that way	J
Shall at her fair Atlantic navel stay	J
Though thence the current be thy pilot made	I
Yet ere thou be where thou wouldst be embayed	I
Thou shalt upon another forest set	I
Where many shipwreck and no further get	I
When thou art there consider what this chase	W
Misspent by thy beginning at the face	W
Rather set out below practise my art	I
Some symetry the foot hath with that part	I
Which thou dost seek and is thy map for that	I
Lovely enough to stop but not stay at	I
Least subject to disguise and change it is	W
Men say the devil never can change his	W
It is the emblem that hath figured	I
Firmness 'tis the first part that comes to bed	I
Civility we see refined the kiss	W
Which at the face began transplanted is	W
Since to the hand since to the imperial knee	H
Now at the papal foot delights to be	H
If kings think that the nearer way and do	I
Rise from the foot lovers may do so too	I
For as free spheres move faster far than can	K2
Birds whom the air resists so may that man	K2
Which goes this empty and ethereal way	J
Than if at beauty's elements he stay	J
Rich nature hath in women wisely made	I
Two purses and their mouths aversely laid	I
They then which to the lower tribute owe	L2
That way which that exchequer looks must go	L2
He which doth not his error is as great	I
As who by clyster gave the stomach meat	I

John Donne

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