The Auncient Acquaintance, Madam, Betwen Vs Twayn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCC ABABBDD EBEBBFF GHGHHDD GHGHHEG BGBGFAA DThe auncient acquaintance madam betwen vs twayn | A |
The famylyaryte the formal dalyaunce | B |
Causyth me that I can not myself refrayne | A |
But that I must wryte for my plesaunt pastaunce | B |
Remembryng your passying goodly countenaunce | B |
Your goodly port your bewteous visage | C |
Ye may be countyd comfort of all corage | C |
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Of all your feturs fauorable to make tru discripcion | A |
I am insuffycyent to make such enterpryse | B |
For thus dare I say without con tradiccyon | A |
That dame Menolope was neuer half so wyse | B |
Yet so it is that a rumer begynneth for to ryse | B |
How in good horsmen ye set your hole delyght | D |
And haue forgoten your old trew louyng knyght | D |
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Wyth bound and rebound bounsyngly take vp | E |
Hys jentyll curtoyl and set nowght by small naggys | B |
Spur vp at the hynder gyrth with Gup morell gup | E |
With Jayst ye jenet of Spayne for your tayll waggys | B |
Ye cast all your corage vppon such courtly haggys | B |
Haue in sergeaunt ferrour myne horse behynd is bare | F |
He rydeth well the horse but he rydeth better the mare | F |
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Ware ware the mare wynsyth wyth her wanton hele | G |
She kykyth with her kalkyns and keylyth with a clench | H |
She goyth wyde behynde and hewyth neuer a dele | G |
Ware gallyng in the widders ware of that wrenche | H |
It is perlous for a horseman to dyg in the trenche | H |
Thus greuyth your husband that ryght jentyll knyght | D |
And so with youre seruantys he fersly doth fyght | D |
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So fersly he fytyth his mynde is so fell | G |
That he dryuyth them doune with dyntes on ther day wach | H |
He bresyth theyr braynpannys and makyth them to swell | G |
Theyre browys all to brokyn such clappys they cach | H |
Whose jalawsy malycyous makyth them to lepe the hach | H |
By theyr conusaunce knowing how they serue a wily py | E |
Ask all your neybours whether that I ly | G |
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It can be no counsell that is cryed at the cros | B |
nbsp nbsp For youre jentyll husband sorowfull am I | G |
How be it he is not furst hath had a los | B |
Aduertysyng you madame to warke more secretly | G |
Let not all the world make an owtcry | F |
Play fayre play madame and loke ye play clene | A |
Or ells with gret shame your game wylbe sene | A |
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Qd Skelton laureat | D |
John Skelton
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