To Love[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHHEEIIJJ KKLLMMNNOOPPQQRR| In all I wish how happy should I be | A |
| Thou grand Deluder were it not for thee | A |
| So weak thou art that fools thy power despise | B |
| And yet so strong thou triumph'st o'er the wise | B |
| Thy traps are laid with such peculiar art | C |
| They catch the cautious let the rash depart | C |
| Most nets are fill'd by want of thought and care | D |
| But too much thinking brings us to thy snare | D |
| Where held by thee in slavery we stay | E |
| And throw the pleasing part of life away | E |
| But what does most my indignation move | F |
| Discretion thou wert ne'er a friend to Love | G |
| Thy chief delight is to defeat those arts | H |
| By which he kindles mutual flames in hearts | H |
| While the blind loitering God is at his play | E |
| Thou steal'st his golden pointed darts away | E |
| Those darts which never fail and in their stead | I |
| Convey'st malignant arrows tipt with lead | I |
| The heedless God suspecting no deceits | J |
| Shoots on and thinks he has done wondrous feats | J |
| But the poor nymph who feels her vitals burn | K |
| And from her shepherd can find no return | K |
| Laments and rages at the power divine | L |
| When curst Discretion all the fault was thine | L |
| Cupid and Hymen thou hast set at odds | M |
| And bred such feuds between those kindred gods | M |
| That Venus cannot reconcile her sons | N |
| When one appears away the other runs | N |
| The former scales wherein he used to poise | O |
| Love against love and equal joys with joys | O |
| Are now fill'd up with avarice and pride | P |
| Where titles power and riches still subside | P |
| Then gentle Venus to thy father run | Q |
| And tell him how thy children are undone | Q |
| Prepare his bolts to give one fatal blow | R |
| And strike Discretion to the shades below | R |
Jonathan Swift
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