The Fable Of The Bitches[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHHIIJJBBKKGGLL MNOPIIGQGGRSTTFFHHFF UU V LLLL| WRITTEN IN THE YEAR ON AN ATTEMPT TO REPEAL THE TEST ACT | A |
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| A bitch that was full pregnant grown | B |
| By all the dogs and curs in town | C |
| Finding her ripen'd time was come | D |
| Her litter teeming from her womb | E |
| Went here and there and everywhere | F |
| To find an easy place to lay her | G |
| At length to Music's house she came | H |
| And begg'd like one both blind and lame | H |
| My only friend my dear said she | I |
| You see 'tis mere necessity | I |
| Hath sent me to your house to whelp | J |
| I die if you refuse your help | J |
| With fawning whine and rueful tone | B |
| With artful sigh and feigned groan | B |
| With couchant cringe and flattering tale | K |
| Smooth Bawty did so far prevail | K |
| That Music gave her leave to litter | G |
| But mark what follow'd faith she bit her | G |
| Whole baskets full of bits and scraps | L |
| And broth enough to fill her paps | L |
| For well she knew her numerous brood | M |
| For want of milk would suck her blood | N |
| But when she thought her pains were done | O |
| And now 'twas high time to be gone | P |
| In civil terms My friend said she | I |
| My house you've had on courtesy | I |
| And now I earnestly desire | G |
| That you would with your cubs retire | Q |
| For should you stay but one week longer | G |
| I shall be starved with cold and hunger | G |
| The guest replied My friend your leave | R |
| I must a little longer crave | S |
| Stay till my tender cubs can find | T |
| Their way for now you see they're blind | T |
| But when we've gather'd strength I swear | F |
| We'll to our barn again repair | F |
| The time pass'd on and Music came | H |
| Her kennel once again to claim | H |
| But Bawty lost to shame and honour | F |
| Set all her cubs at once upon her | F |
| Made her retire and quit her right | U |
| And loudly cried A bite bite | U |
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| THE MORAL | V |
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| Thus did the Grecian wooden horse | L |
| Conceal a fatal armed force | L |
| No sooner brought within the walls | L |
| But Ilium's lost and Priam falls | L |
Jonathan Swift
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