Strephon And Chloe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Of Chloe all the town has rungA
By ev'ry size of poets sungA
So beautiful a nymph appearsB
But once in twenty thousand yearsB
By Nature form'd with nicest careC
And faultless to a single hairC
Her graceful mien her shape and faceD
Confess'd her of no mortal raceD
And then so nice and so genteelE
Such cleanliness from head to heelE
No humours gross or frouzy steamsF
No noisome whiffs or sweaty streamsF
Before behind above belowG
Could from her taintless body flowG
Would so discreetly things disposeH
None ever saw her pluck a roseH
Her dearest comrades never caught herI
Squat on her hams to make maid's waterI
You'd swear that so divine a creatureI
Felt no necessities of natureI
In summer had she walk'd the townJ
Her armpits would not stain her gownJ
At country dances not a noseH
Could in the dog days smell her toesH
Her milk white hands both palms and backsK
Like ivory dry and soft as waxK
Her hands the softest ever feltL
Though cold would burn though dry would meltL
Dear Venus hide this wond'rous maidM
Nor let her loose to spoil your tradeM
While she engrosses ev'ry swainN
You but o'er half the world can reignN
Think what a case all men are now inO
What ogling sighing toasting vowingP
What powder'd wigs what flames and dartsQ
What hampers full of bleeding heartsQ
What sword knots what poetic strainsR
What billets doux and clouded canesR
But Strephon sigh'd so loud and strongS
He blew a settlement alongS
And bravely drove his rivals downJ
With coach and six and house in townJ
The bashful nymph no more withstandsT
Because her dear papa commandsT
The charming couple now unitesU
Proceed we to the marriage ritesU
Imprimis at the Temple porchV
Stood Hymen with a flaming torchV
The smiling Cyprian Goddess bringsW
Her infant loves with purple wingsW
And pigeons billing sparrows treadingP
Fair emblems of a fruitful weddingP
The Muses next in order followG
Conducted by their squire ApolloG
Then Mercury with silver tongueA
And Hebe goddess ever youngA
Behold the bridegroom and his brideX
Walk hand in hand and side by sideX
She by the tender Graces drestX
But he by Mars in scarlet vestX
The nymph was cover'd with her flammeumY
And Phoebus sung th'epithalamiumY
And last to make the matter sureZ
Dame Juno brought a priest demureZ
Luna was absent on pretenceW
Her time was not till nine months henceW
The rites perform'd the parson paidX
In state return'd the grand paradeX
With loud huzzas from all the boysW
That now the pair must crown their joysW
But still the hardest part remainsW
Strephon had long perplex'd his brainsW
How with so high a nymph he mightX
Demean himself the wedding nightX
For as he view'd his person roundX
Mere mortal flesh was all he foundX
His hand his neck his mouth and feetX
Were duly wash'd to keep them sweetX
With other parts that shall be namelessW
The ladies else might think me shamelessW
The weather and his love were hotX
And should he struggle I know whatX
Why let it go if I must tell itX
He'll sweat and then the nymph may smell itX
While she a goddess dyed in grainN
Was unsusceptible of stainN
And Venus like her fragrant skinO
Exhaled ambrosia from withinO
Can such a deity endureZ
A mortal human touch impureZ
How did the humbled swain detestX
His prickly beard and hairy breastX
His night cap border'd round with laceW
Could give no softness to his faceW
Yet if the goddess could be kindX
What endless raptures must he findX
And goddesses have now and thenA2
Come down to visit mortal menA2
To visit and to court them tooX
A certain goddess God knows whoX
As in a book he heard it readX
Took Col'nel Peleus to her bedX
But what if he should lose his lifeB2
By vent'ring on his heavenly wifeB2
For Strephon could remember wellC2
That once he heard a school boy tellC2
How Semele of mortal raceW
By thunder died in Jove's embraceW
And what if daring Strephon diesW
By lightning shot from Chloe's eyesW
While these reflections fill'd his headX
The bride was put in form to bedX
He follow'd stript and in he creptX
But awfully his distance keptX
Now ponder well ye parents dearD2
Forbid your daughters guzzling beerD2
And make them ev'ry afternoonE2
Forbear their tea or drink it soonE2
That ere to bed they venture upF2
They may discharge it ev'ry supF2
If not they must in evil plightX
Be often forc'd to rise at nightX
Keep them to wholesome food confin'dX
Nor let them taste what causes windX
'Tis this the sage of Samos meansW
Forbidding his disciples beansW
O think what evils must ensueX
Miss Moll the jade will burn it blueX
And when she once has got the artX
She cannot help it for her heartX
But out it flies even when she meetsW
Her bridegroom in the wedding sheetsW
Carminative and diureticG2
Will damp all passion sympatheticG2
And Love such nicety requiresW
One blast will put out all his firesW
Since husbands get behind the sceneH2
The wife should study to be cleanH2
Nor give the smallest room to guessW
The time when wants of nature pressW
But after marriage practise moreI2
Decorum than she did beforeI2
To keep her spouse deluded stillJ2
And make him fancy what she willJ2
In bed we left the married pairC
'Tis time to show how things went thereC
Strephon who had been often toldX
That fortune still assists the boldX
Resolved to make the first attackK2
But Chloe drove him fiercely backK2
How could a nymph so chaste as ChloeL2
With constitution cold and snowyL2
Permit a brutish man to touch herI
Ev'n lambs by instinct fly the butcherI
Resistance on the wedding nightX
Is what our maidens claim by rightX
And Chloe 'tis by all agreedX
Was maid in thought in word and deedX
Yet some assign a different reasonM2
That Strephon chose no proper seasonM2
Say fair ones must I make a pauseW
Or freely tell the secret causeW
Twelve cups of tea with grief I speakN2
Had now constrain'd the nymph to leakN2
This point must needs be settled firstX
The bride must either void or burstX
Then see the dire effects of peaseW
Think what can give the colic easeW
The nymph oppress'd before behindX
As ships are toss'd by waves and windX
Steals out her hand by nature ledX
And brings a vessel into bedX
Fair utensil as smooth and whiteX
As Chloe's skin almost as brightX
Strephon who heard the fuming rillJ2
As from a mossy cliff distilJ2
Cried out Ye Gods what sound is thisW
Can Chloe heavenly ChloeL2
But when he smelt a noisome steamY
Which oft attends that lukewarm streamY
Salerno both together joinsW
As sov'reign med'cines for the loinsW
And though contriv'd we may supposeW
To slip his ears yet struck his noseW
He found her while the scent increastX
As mortal as himself at leastX
But soon with like occasions prestX
He boldly sent his hand in questX
Inspired with courage from his brideX
To reach the pot on t'other sideX
And as he fill'd the reeking vaseW
Let fly a rouser in her faceW
The little Cupids hov'ring roundX
As pictures prove with garlands crown'dX
Abash'd at what they saw and heardX
Flew off nor ever more appear'dX
Adieu to ravishing delightsW
High raptures and romantic flightsW
To goddesses so heav'nly sweetX
Expiring shepherds at their feetX
To silver meads and shady bowersW
Dress'd up with amaranthine flowersW
How great a change how quickly madeX
They learn to call a spade a spadeX
They soon from all constraint are freedX
Can see each other do their needX
On box of cedar sits the wifeB2
And makes it warm for dearest lifeB2
And by the beastly way of thinkingP
Find great society in stinkingP
Now Strephon daily entertainsW
His Chloe in the homeliest strainsW
And Chloe more experienc'd grownO2
With int'rest pays him back his ownO2
No maid at court is less asham'dX
Howe'er for selling bargains fam'dX
Than she to name her parts behindX
Or when a bed to let out windX
Fair Decency celestial maidX
Descend from Heaven to Beauty's aidX
Though Beauty may beget desireI
'Tis thou must fan the Lover's fireI
For Beauty like supreme dominionM2
Is best supported by OpinionM2
If Decency bring no suppliesW
Opinion falls and Beauty diesW
To see some radiant nymph appearD2
In all her glitt'ring birth day gearD2
You think some goddess from the skyP2
Descended ready cut and dryP2
But ere you sell yourself to laughterI
Consider well what may come afterI
For fine ideas vanish fastX
While all the gross and filthy lastX
O Strephon ere that fatal dayX
When Chloe stole your heart awayX
Had you but through a cranny spy'dX
On house of ease your future brideX
In all the postures of her faceW
Which nature gives in such a caseW
Distortions groanings strainings heavingsW
'Twere better you had lick'd her leavingsW
Than from experience find too lateX
Your goddess grown a filthy mateX
Your fancy then had always dweltX
On what you saw and what you smeltX
Would still the same ideas give yeL2
As when you spy'd her on the privyL2
And spite of Chloe's charms divineQ2
Your heart had been as whole as mineQ2
Authorities both old and recentX
Direct that women must be decentX
And from the spouse each blemish hideX
More than from all the world besideX
Unjustly all our nymphs complainN
Their empire holds so short a reignN
Is after marriage lost so soonE2
It hardly lasts the honey moonE2
For if they keep not what they caughtX
It is entirely their own faultX
They take possession of the crownJ
And then throw all their weapons downJ
Though by the politician's schemeY
Whoe'er arrives at power supremeY
Those arts by which at first they gain itX
They still must practise to maintain itX
What various ways our females takeR2
To pass for wits before a rakeR2
And in the fruitless search pursueW
All other methods but the trueW
Some try to learn polite behaviourW
By reading books against their SaviourW
Some call it witty to reflectX
On ev'ry natural defectX
Some shew they never want explainingP
To comprehend a double meaningP
But sure a tell tale out of schoolS2
Is of all wits the greatest foolS2
Whose rank imagination fillsW
Her heart and from her lips distilsW
You'd think she utter'd from behindX
Or at her mouth was breaking windX
Why is a handsome wife ador'dX
By every coxcomb but her lordX
From yonder puppet man inquireW
Who wisely hides his wood and wireW
Shows Sheba's queen completely drestX
And Solomon in royal vestX
But view them litter'd on the floorW
Or strung on pegs behind the doorW
Punch is exactly of a pieceW
With Lorrain's duke and prince of GreeceW
A prudent builder should forecastX
How long the stuff is like to lastX
And carefully observe the groundX
To build on some foundation soundX
What house when its materials crumbleT2
Must not inevitably tumbleT2
What edifice can long endureW
Raised on a basis unsecureW
Rash mortals ere you take a wifeB2
Contrive your pile to last for lifeB2
Since beauty scarce endures a dayX
And youth so swiftly glides awayX
Why will you make yourself a bubbleT2
To build on sand with hay and stubbleT2
On sense and wit your passion foundX
By decency cemented roundX
Let prudence with good nature striveU2
To keep esteem and love aliveU2
Then come old age whene'er it willJ2
Your friendship shall continue stillJ2
And thus a mutual gentle fireW
Shall never but with life expireW

Jonathan Swift



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