The Reasons That Induced Dr S To Write A Poem Call'd The Lady's Dressing Room Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Doctor in a clean starch'd band	A
His Golden Snuff box in his hand	A
With care his Di'mond Ring displays	B
And Artfull shews its various Rays	B
While Grave he stalks down Street	C
His dearest Betty to meet	C
Long had he waited for this Hour	D
Nor gain'd Admittance to the Bower	D
Had jok'd and punn'd and swore and writ	E
Try'd all his Galantry and Wit	E
Had told her oft what part he bore	F
In Oxford's Schemes in days of yore	F
But Bawdy Politicks nor Satyr	F
Could move this dull hard hearted Creature	F
Jenny her Maid could taste a Rhyme	G
And greiv'd to see him lose his Time	G
Had kindly whisper'd in his Ear	F
For twice two pound you enter here	F
My lady vows without that Summ	G
It is in vain you write or come	G
The Destin'd Offering now he brought	H
And in a paradise of thought	H
With a low Bow approach'd the Dame	G
Who smileing heard him preach his Flame	G
His Gold she takes such proofes as these	I
Convince most unbeleiving shees	I
And in her trunk rose up to lock it	E
Too wise to trust it in her pocket	J
And then return'd with Blushing Grace	I
Expects the Doctor's warm Embrace	I
But now this is the proper place	I
Where morals Stare me in the Face	I
And for the sake of fine Expression	K
I'm forc'd to make a small digression	K
Alas for wretched Humankind	L
With Learning Mad with wisdom blink	M
The Ox thinks he's for Saddle fit	E
As long ago Freind Horace writ	E
And Men their Talents still mistakeing	M
The stutterer fancys his is speaking	M
With Admiration oft we see	I
Hard Features heighten'd by Toup e	I
The Beau affects the Politician	K
Wit is the citizen's Ambition	K
Poor Pope Philosophy displays on	N
With so much Rhime and little reason	K
And th he argues ne'er so long	M
That all is right his Head is wrong	M
None strive to know their proper merit	J
But strain for Wisdom Beauty Spirit	J
And lose the Praise that is their due	O
While they've th'impossible in view	O
So have I seen the Injudicious Heir	F
To add one Window the whole House impair	F
Instinct the Hound does better teach	P
Who never undertook to preach	P
The frighted Hare from Dogs does run	K
But not attempts to bear a Gun	K
Here many Noble thoughts occur	F
But I prolixity abhor	F
And will persue th'instructive Tale	Q
To shew the Wise in some things fail	Q
The Reverend Lover with surprize	I
Peeps in her Bubbys and her Eyes	I
And kisses both and trys and trys	I
The Evening in this Hellish Play	R
Beside his Guineas thrown away	R
Provok'd the Preist to that degree	I
he swore the Fault is not in me	I
Your damn'd Close stool so near my Nose	I
Your Dirty Smock and Stinking Toes	I
Would make a Hercules as tame	G
As any Beau that you can name	G
The nymph grown Furious roar'd by God	S
The blame lyes all in Sixty odd	S
And scornfull pointing to the door	F
Cry'd Fumbler see my Face no more	F
With all my Heart I'll go away	R
But nothing done I'll nothing pay	R
Give back the Money How cry'd she	I
I lock'd it in the Trunk stands there	F
And break it open if you dare	F
Would you palm such a cheat on me	I
For poor pound to roar and bellow	T
Why sure you want some new Prunella	U
What if your Verses have not sold	V
Must therefore I return your Gold	V
Perhaps your have no better Luck in	W
The Knack of Rhyming than of	X
I won't give back one single Crown	Y
To wash your Band or turn your Gown	Y
I'll be reveng'd you saucy Quean	Y
Replys the disapointed Dean	Y
I'll so describe your dressing room	G
The very Irish shall not come	G
She answer'd short I'm glad you'l write	Z
You'l furnish paper when I shite	Z

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

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