Phyllis; Or, The Progress Of Love, 1716 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGEEHHIIJJ KKHHLHKKJJMMKKNNKKKK OPKKQQRSTTUUVVWWXYLL ZA2B2B2C2C2LHUUUUD2D 2KKKKE2E2F2F2HHG2G2K KH2I2KKOPJ2K2RRA2A2Desponding Phyllis was endu'd | A |
With ev'ry talent of a prude | A |
She trembled when a man drew near | B |
Salute her and she turn'd her ear | C |
If o'er against her you were placed | D |
She durst not look above your waist | D |
She'd rather take you to her bed | E |
Than let you see her dress her head | E |
In church you hear her thro' the crowd | F |
Repeat the absolution loud | F |
In church secure behind her fan | G |
She durst behold that monster man | G |
There practis'd how to place her head | E |
And bite her lips to make them red | E |
Or on the mat devoutly kneeling | H |
Would lift her eyes up to the ceiling | H |
And heave her bosom unaware | I |
For neighb'ring beaux to see it bare | I |
At length a lucky lover came | J |
And found admittance to the dame | J |
Suppose all parties now agreed | K |
The writings drawn the lawyer feed | K |
The vicar and the ring bespoke | H |
Guess how could such a match be broke | H |
See then what mortals place their bliss in | L |
Next morn betimes the bride was missing | H |
The mother scream'd the father chid | K |
Where can this idle wench be hid | K |
No news of Phyl the bridegroom came | J |
And thought his bride had skulk'd for shame | J |
Because her father used to say | M |
The girl had such a bashful way | M |
Now John the butler must be sent | K |
To learn the road that Phyllis went | K |
The groom was wish'd to saddle Crop | N |
For John must neither light nor stop | N |
But find her wheresoe'er she fled | K |
And bring her back alive or dead | K |
See here again the devil to do | K |
For truly John was missing too | K |
The horse and pillion both were gone | O |
Phyllis it seems was fled with John | P |
Old Madam who went up to find | K |
What papers Phyl had left behind | K |
A letter on the toilet sees | Q |
To my much honour'd father these | Q |
'Tis always done romances tell us | R |
When daughters run away with fellows | S |
Fill'd with the choicest common places | T |
By others used in the like cases | T |
That long ago a fortune teller | U |
Exactly said what now befell her | U |
And in a glass had made her see | V |
A serving man of low degree | V |
It was her fate must be forgiven | W |
For marriages were made in Heaven | W |
His pardon begg'd but to be plain | X |
She'd do't if 'twere to do again | Y |
Thank'd God 'twas neither shame nor sin | L |
For John was come of honest kin | L |
Love never thinks of rich and poor | Z |
She'd beg with John from door to door | A2 |
Forgive her if it be a crime | B2 |
She'll never do't another time | B2 |
She ne'er before in all her life | C2 |
Once disobey'd him maid nor wife | C2 |
One argument she summ'd up all in | L |
The thing was done and past recalling | H |
And therefore hoped she should recover | U |
His favour when his passion's over | U |
She valued not what others thought her | U |
And was his most obedient daughter | U |
Fair maidens all attend the Muse | D2 |
Who now the wand'ring pair pursues | D2 |
Away they rode in homely sort | K |
Their journey long their money short | K |
The loving couple well bemir'd | K |
The horse and both the riders tir'd | K |
Their victuals bad their lodgings worse | E2 |
Phyl cried and John began to curse | E2 |
Phyl wish'd that she had strain'd a limb | F2 |
When first she ventured out with him | F2 |
John wish'd that he had broke a leg | H |
When first for her he quitted Peg | H |
But what adventures more befell 'em | G2 |
The Muse hath now no time to tell 'em | G2 |
How Johnny wheedled threaten'd fawn'd | K |
Till Phyllis all her trinkets pawn'd | K |
How oft she broke her marriage vows | H2 |
In kindness to maintain her spouse | I2 |
Till swains unwholesome spoil'd the trade | K |
For now the surgeon must be paid | K |
To whom those perquisites are gone | O |
In Christian justice due to John | P |
When food and raiment now grew scarce | J2 |
Fate put a period to the farce | K2 |
And with exact poetic justice | R |
For John was landlord Phyllis hostess | R |
They keep at Stains the Old Blue Boar | A2 |
Are cat and dog and rogue and whore | A2 |
Jonathan Swift
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