Strephon And Chloe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIII JJHHKKLLMMNNOPQQRRSS JJTTUUVVWWPPGGAAXXXX YYZZWWXXWWWWXXXXXXWW XXXXNNOOZZXXWWXXA2A2 XXXXB2B2C2C2WWWWXXXX D2D2E2E2F2F2XXXXWWXX XXWWG2G2WWH2H2WWI2I2 J2J2CCXXK2K2L2L2IIXX XXM2M2WWN2N2XXWWXXXX XXJ2J2WL2YYWWWWXXXXX XWWXXXXWWXXWWXXXXB2B 2PPWWO2O2XXXXXXIIM2M 2WWD2D2P2P2IIXXXXXXW WWWXXXXL2L2Q2Q2XXXXN NE2E2XXJJYYXXR2R2WWW WXXPPS2S2WWXXXXWWXXW WWWXXXXT2T2WWB2B2XXT 2T2XXU2U2J2J2WWOf Chloe all the town has rung | A |
By ev'ry size of poets sung | A |
So beautiful a nymph appears | B |
But once in twenty thousand years | B |
By Nature form'd with nicest care | C |
And faultless to a single hair | C |
Her graceful mien her shape and face | D |
Confess'd her of no mortal race | D |
And then so nice and so genteel | E |
Such cleanliness from head to heel | E |
No humours gross or frouzy steams | F |
No noisome whiffs or sweaty streams | F |
Before behind above below | G |
Could from her taintless body flow | G |
Would so discreetly things dispose | H |
None ever saw her pluck a rose | H |
Her dearest comrades never caught her | I |
Squat on her hams to make maid's water | I |
You'd swear that so divine a creature | I |
Felt no necessities of nature | I |
In summer had she walk'd the town | J |
Her armpits would not stain her gown | J |
At country dances not a nose | H |
Could in the dog days smell her toes | H |
Her milk white hands both palms and backs | K |
Like ivory dry and soft as wax | K |
Her hands the softest ever felt | L |
Though cold would burn though dry would melt | L |
Dear Venus hide this wond'rous maid | M |
Nor let her loose to spoil your trade | M |
While she engrosses ev'ry swain | N |
You but o'er half the world can reign | N |
Think what a case all men are now in | O |
What ogling sighing toasting vowing | P |
What powder'd wigs what flames and darts | Q |
What hampers full of bleeding hearts | Q |
What sword knots what poetic strains | R |
What billets doux and clouded canes | R |
But Strephon sigh'd so loud and strong | S |
He blew a settlement along | S |
And bravely drove his rivals down | J |
With coach and six and house in town | J |
The bashful nymph no more withstands | T |
Because her dear papa commands | T |
The charming couple now unites | U |
Proceed we to the marriage rites | U |
Imprimis at the Temple porch | V |
Stood Hymen with a flaming torch | V |
The smiling Cyprian Goddess brings | W |
Her infant loves with purple wings | W |
And pigeons billing sparrows treading | P |
Fair emblems of a fruitful wedding | P |
The Muses next in order follow | G |
Conducted by their squire Apollo | G |
Then Mercury with silver tongue | A |
And Hebe goddess ever young | A |
Behold the bridegroom and his bride | X |
Walk hand in hand and side by side | X |
She by the tender Graces drest | X |
But he by Mars in scarlet vest | X |
The nymph was cover'd with her flammeum | Y |
And Phoebus sung th'epithalamium | Y |
And last to make the matter sure | Z |
Dame Juno brought a priest demure | Z |
Luna was absent on pretence | W |
Her time was not till nine months hence | W |
The rites perform'd the parson paid | X |
In state return'd the grand parade | X |
With loud huzzas from all the boys | W |
That now the pair must crown their joys | W |
But still the hardest part remains | W |
Strephon had long perplex'd his brains | W |
How with so high a nymph he might | X |
Demean himself the wedding night | X |
For as he view'd his person round | X |
Mere mortal flesh was all he found | X |
His hand his neck his mouth and feet | X |
Were duly wash'd to keep them sweet | X |
With other parts that shall be nameless | W |
The ladies else might think me shameless | W |
The weather and his love were hot | X |
And should he struggle I know what | X |
Why let it go if I must tell it | X |
He'll sweat and then the nymph may smell it | X |
While she a goddess dyed in grain | N |
Was unsusceptible of stain | N |
And Venus like her fragrant skin | O |
Exhaled ambrosia from within | O |
Can such a deity endure | Z |
A mortal human touch impure | Z |
How did the humbled swain detest | X |
His prickly beard and hairy breast | X |
His night cap border'd round with lace | W |
Could give no softness to his face | W |
Yet if the goddess could be kind | X |
What endless raptures must he find | X |
And goddesses have now and then | A2 |
Come down to visit mortal men | A2 |
To visit and to court them too | X |
A certain goddess God knows who | X |
As in a book he heard it read | X |
Took Col'nel Peleus to her bed | X |
But what if he should lose his life | B2 |
By vent'ring on his heavenly wife | B2 |
For Strephon could remember well | C2 |
That once he heard a school boy tell | C2 |
How Semele of mortal race | W |
By thunder died in Jove's embrace | W |
And what if daring Strephon dies | W |
By lightning shot from Chloe's eyes | W |
While these reflections fill'd his head | X |
The bride was put in form to bed | X |
He follow'd stript and in he crept | X |
But awfully his distance kept | X |
Now ponder well ye parents dear | D2 |
Forbid your daughters guzzling beer | D2 |
And make them ev'ry afternoon | E2 |
Forbear their tea or drink it soon | E2 |
That ere to bed they venture up | F2 |
They may discharge it ev'ry sup | F2 |
If not they must in evil plight | X |
Be often forc'd to rise at night | X |
Keep them to wholesome food confin'd | X |
Nor let them taste what causes wind | X |
'Tis this the sage of Samos means | W |
Forbidding his disciples beans | W |
O think what evils must ensue | X |
Miss Moll the jade will burn it blue | X |
And when she once has got the art | X |
She cannot help it for her heart | X |
But out it flies even when she meets | W |
Her bridegroom in the wedding sheets | W |
Carminative and diuretic | G2 |
Will damp all passion sympathetic | G2 |
And Love such nicety requires | W |
One blast will put out all his fires | W |
Since husbands get behind the scene | H2 |
The wife should study to be clean | H2 |
Nor give the smallest room to guess | W |
The time when wants of nature press | W |
But after marriage practise more | I2 |
Decorum than she did before | I2 |
To keep her spouse deluded still | J2 |
And make him fancy what she will | J2 |
In bed we left the married pair | C |
'Tis time to show how things went there | C |
Strephon who had been often told | X |
That fortune still assists the bold | X |
Resolved to make the first attack | K2 |
But Chloe drove him fiercely back | K2 |
How could a nymph so chaste as Chloe | L2 |
With constitution cold and snowy | L2 |
Permit a brutish man to touch her | I |
Ev'n lambs by instinct fly the butcher | I |
Resistance on the wedding night | X |
Is what our maidens claim by right | X |
And Chloe 'tis by all agreed | X |
Was maid in thought in word and deed | X |
Yet some assign a different reason | M2 |
That Strephon chose no proper season | M2 |
Say fair ones must I make a pause | W |
Or freely tell the secret cause | W |
Twelve cups of tea with grief I speak | N2 |
Had now constrain'd the nymph to leak | N2 |
This point must needs be settled first | X |
The bride must either void or burst | X |
Then see the dire effects of pease | W |
Think what can give the colic ease | W |
The nymph oppress'd before behind | X |
As ships are toss'd by waves and wind | X |
Steals out her hand by nature led | X |
And brings a vessel into bed | X |
Fair utensil as smooth and white | X |
As Chloe's skin almost as bright | X |
Strephon who heard the fuming rill | J2 |
As from a mossy cliff distil | J2 |
Cried out Ye Gods what sound is this | W |
Can Chloe heavenly Chloe | L2 |
But when he smelt a noisome steam | Y |
Which oft attends that lukewarm stream | Y |
Salerno both together joins | W |
As sov'reign med'cines for the loins | W |
And though contriv'd we may suppose | W |
To slip his ears yet struck his nose | W |
He found her while the scent increast | X |
As mortal as himself at least | X |
But soon with like occasions prest | X |
He boldly sent his hand in quest | X |
Inspired with courage from his bride | X |
To reach the pot on t'other side | X |
And as he fill'd the reeking vase | W |
Let fly a rouser in her face | W |
The little Cupids hov'ring round | X |
As pictures prove with garlands crown'd | X |
Abash'd at what they saw and heard | X |
Flew off nor ever more appear'd | X |
Adieu to ravishing delights | W |
High raptures and romantic flights | W |
To goddesses so heav'nly sweet | X |
Expiring shepherds at their feet | X |
To silver meads and shady bowers | W |
Dress'd up with amaranthine flowers | W |
How great a change how quickly made | X |
They learn to call a spade a spade | X |
They soon from all constraint are freed | X |
Can see each other do their need | X |
On box of cedar sits the wife | B2 |
And makes it warm for dearest life | B2 |
And by the beastly way of thinking | P |
Find great society in stinking | P |
Now Strephon daily entertains | W |
His Chloe in the homeliest strains | W |
And Chloe more experienc'd grown | O2 |
With int'rest pays him back his own | O2 |
No maid at court is less asham'd | X |
Howe'er for selling bargains fam'd | X |
Than she to name her parts behind | X |
Or when a bed to let out wind | X |
Fair Decency celestial maid | X |
Descend from Heaven to Beauty's aid | X |
Though Beauty may beget desire | I |
'Tis thou must fan the Lover's fire | I |
For Beauty like supreme dominion | M2 |
Is best supported by Opinion | M2 |
If Decency bring no supplies | W |
Opinion falls and Beauty dies | W |
To see some radiant nymph appear | D2 |
In all her glitt'ring birth day gear | D2 |
You think some goddess from the sky | P2 |
Descended ready cut and dry | P2 |
But ere you sell yourself to laughter | I |
Consider well what may come after | I |
For fine ideas vanish fast | X |
While all the gross and filthy last | X |
O Strephon ere that fatal day | X |
When Chloe stole your heart away | X |
Had you but through a cranny spy'd | X |
On house of ease your future bride | X |
In all the postures of her face | W |
Which nature gives in such a case | W |
Distortions groanings strainings heavings | W |
'Twere better you had lick'd her leavings | W |
Than from experience find too late | X |
Your goddess grown a filthy mate | X |
Your fancy then had always dwelt | X |
On what you saw and what you smelt | X |
Would still the same ideas give ye | L2 |
As when you spy'd her on the privy | L2 |
And spite of Chloe's charms divine | Q2 |
Your heart had been as whole as mine | Q2 |
Authorities both old and recent | X |
Direct that women must be decent | X |
And from the spouse each blemish hide | X |
More than from all the world beside | X |
Unjustly all our nymphs complain | N |
Their empire holds so short a reign | N |
Is after marriage lost so soon | E2 |
It hardly lasts the honey moon | E2 |
For if they keep not what they caught | X |
It is entirely their own fault | X |
They take possession of the crown | J |
And then throw all their weapons down | J |
Though by the politician's scheme | Y |
Whoe'er arrives at power supreme | Y |
Those arts by which at first they gain it | X |
They still must practise to maintain it | X |
What various ways our females take | R2 |
To pass for wits before a rake | R2 |
And in the fruitless search pursue | W |
All other methods but the true | W |
Some try to learn polite behaviour | W |
By reading books against their Saviour | W |
Some call it witty to reflect | X |
On ev'ry natural defect | X |
Some shew they never want explaining | P |
To comprehend a double meaning | P |
But sure a tell tale out of school | S2 |
Is of all wits the greatest fool | S2 |
Whose rank imagination fills | W |
Her heart and from her lips distils | W |
You'd think she utter'd from behind | X |
Or at her mouth was breaking wind | X |
Why is a handsome wife ador'd | X |
By every coxcomb but her lord | X |
From yonder puppet man inquire | W |
Who wisely hides his wood and wire | W |
Shows Sheba's queen completely drest | X |
And Solomon in royal vest | X |
But view them litter'd on the floor | W |
Or strung on pegs behind the door | W |
Punch is exactly of a piece | W |
With Lorrain's duke and prince of Greece | W |
A prudent builder should forecast | X |
How long the stuff is like to last | X |
And carefully observe the ground | X |
To build on some foundation sound | X |
What house when its materials crumble | T2 |
Must not inevitably tumble | T2 |
What edifice can long endure | W |
Raised on a basis unsecure | W |
Rash mortals ere you take a wife | B2 |
Contrive your pile to last for life | B2 |
Since beauty scarce endures a day | X |
And youth so swiftly glides away | X |
Why will you make yourself a bubble | T2 |
To build on sand with hay and stubble | T2 |
On sense and wit your passion found | X |
By decency cemented round | X |
Let prudence with good nature strive | U2 |
To keep esteem and love alive | U2 |
Then come old age whene'er it will | J2 |
Your friendship shall continue still | J2 |
And thus a mutual gentle fire | W |
Shall never but with life expire | W |
Jonathan Swift
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