Phillis, Or, The Progress Of Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCAAAAAADDAAEEFF GGAAEEHEAAGGII AAJJAAAAKLAAMMNOPPQQ RRSSTUHHVWXXYYHEQQQQ ZZAAAAA2A2B2B2EE C2C2AAD2E2AAKL F2G2NNWW

Desponding Phillis was endu'dA
With ev'ry Talent of a PrudeA
She trembled when a Man drew nearB
Salute her and she turn'd her EarC
If o'er against her you were plac'tA
She durst not look above your Wa i stA
She'd rather take you to her BedA
Than let you see her dress her HeadA
In Church you heard her thro' the CrowdA
Repeat the Absolution loudA
In Church secure behind her FanD
She durst behold that Monster ManD
There practic'd how to place her HeadA
And bit her Lips to make them redA
Or on the Matt devoutly kneelingE
Would lift her Eyes up to the CeelingE
And heave her Bosom unawareF
For neighb'ring Beaux to see it bareF
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At length a lucky Lover cameG
And found Admittance to the DameG
Suppose all Partys now agreedA
The Writings drawn the Lawyer fee'dA
The Vicar and the Ring bespokeE
Guess how could such a Match be brokeE
See then what Mortals place their Bliss inH
Next morn betimes the Bride was missingE
The Mother scream'd the Father chidA
Where can this idle Wench be hidA
No news of Phil The Bridegroom cameG
And thought his Bride had sculk't for shameG
Because her Father us'd to sayI
The Girl had such a Bashfull wayI
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Now John the Butler must be sentA
To learn the Road that Phillis wentA
The Groom was wisht to saddle CropJ
For John must neither light nor stopJ
But find her where so'er she fledA
And bring her back alive or deadA
See here again the Dev'l to doA
For truly John was missing tooA
The Horse and Pillion both were goneK
Phillis it seems was fled with JohnL
Old Madam who went up to findA
What Papers Phil had left behindA
A Letter on the Toylet seesM
To my much honor'd Father TheseM
'Tis always done Romances tell usN
When Daughters run away with FellowsO
Fill'd with the choicest common placesP
By others us'd in the like CasesP
That long ago a Fortune tellerQ
Exactly said what now befell herQ
And in a Glass had made her seeR
A serving Man of low DegreeR
It was her Fate must be forgivenS
For Marriages were made in HeavenS
His Pardon begg'd but to be plainT
She'd do't if 'twere to do againU
Thank God 'twas neither Shame nor SinH
For John was come of honest KinH
Love never thinks of Rich and PoorV
She'd beg with John from Door to DoorW
Forgive her if it be a CrimeX
She'll never do't another TimeX
She ne'r before in all her LifeY
Once disobey'd him Maid nor WifeY
One Argument she summ'd up all inH
The Thing was done and past recallingE
And therefore hop'd she should recoverQ
His Favor when his Passion's overQ
She valued not what others thought herQ
And was His most obedient DaughterQ
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Fair Maidens all attend the MuseZ
Who now the wandring Pair pursuesZ
Away they rose in homely SortA
Their Journy long their Money ShortA
The loving Couple well bemir'dA
The Horse and both the Riders tir'dA
Their Vittells bad their Lodging worseA2
Phil cry'd and John began to curseA2
Phil wish't that she had strained a LimbB2
When first she ventur'd out with himB2
John wish't that he had broke a LegE
When first for her he quitted PegE
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But what Adventures more befell 'emC2
The Muse hath now no time to tell 'emC2
How Jonny wheadled threatned fawndA
Till Phillis all her Trinkets pawn'dA
How oft she broke her marriage VowsD2
In kindness to maintain her SpouseE2
Till Swains unwholsome spoyled the TradeA
For now the Surgeon must be paidA
To whom those Perquisites are goneK
In Christian Justice due to JohnL
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When Food and Rayment now grew scarceF2
Fate put a Period to the FarceG2
And with exact Poetic JusticeN
For John is Landlord Phillis HostessN
They keep at Stains the old blue BoarW
Are Cat and Dog and Rogue and WhoreW

Jonathan Swift



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