Conclusion Of A Letter To The Rev. Mr. C---. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDE FFDDGGHHII JJKK LLMMNOPQRRFF SSJJTLUUVV LLPP FFHHLLWXYYZZ A2A2JJB2B2LLC2D2HHJJ E2E2| 'Tis Time to conclude for I make it a Rule | A |
| To leave off all Writing when Con comes from School | A |
| He dislikes what I've written and says I had better | B |
| To send what he calls a poetical Letter | B |
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| To this I reply'd You are out of your Wits | C |
| A Letter in Verse would put him in Fits | C |
| He thinks it a Crime in a Woman to read | D |
| Then what would he say should your Counsel succeed | E |
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| I pity poor Barber his Wife's so romantick | F |
| A Letter in Rhyme Why the Woman is frantick | F |
| This Reading the Poets has quite turn'd her Head | D |
| On my Life she should have a dark Room and Straw Bed | D |
| I often heard say that St Patrick took care | G |
| No poisonous Creature should live in this Air | G |
| He only regarded the Body I find | H |
| But Plato consider'd who poison'd the Mind | H |
| Would they'd follow his Precepts who sit at the Helm | I |
| And drive Poetasters from out of the Realm | I |
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| Her Husband has surely a terrible Life | J |
| There's nothing I dread like a verse writing Wife | J |
| Defend me ye Powers from that fatal Curse | K |
| Which must heighten the Plagues of for better for worse | K |
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| May I have a Wife that will dust her own Floor | L |
| And not the fine Minx recommended by More | L |
| That he was a Dotard is granted I hope | M |
| Who dy'd for asserting the Rights of the Pope | M |
| If ever I marry I'll chuse me a Spouse | N |
| That shall serve and obey as she's bound by her Vows | O |
| That shall when I'm dressing attend like a Valet | P |
| Then go to the Kitchen and study my Palate | Q |
| She has Wisdom enough that keeps out of the Dirt | R |
| And can make a good Pudding and cut out a Shirt | R |
| What Good's in a Dame that will pore on a Book | F |
| No Give me the Wife that shall save me a Cook | F |
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| Thus far I had written Then turn'd to my Son | S |
| To give him Advice ere my Letter was done | S |
| My Son should you marry look out for a Wife | J |
| That's fitted to lighten the Labours of Life | J |
| Be sure wed a Woman you thoroughly know | T |
| And shun above all Things a housewifely Shrew | L |
| That would fly to your Study with Fire in her Looks | U |
| And ask what you got by your poring on Books | U |
| Think Dressing of Dinner the Height of all Science | V |
| And to Peace and good Humour bid open Defiance | V |
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| Avoid the fine Lady whose Beauty's her Care | L |
| Who sets a high Price on her Shape and her Air | L |
| Who in Dress and in Visits employs the whole Day | P |
| And longs for the Ev'ning to sit down to play | P |
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| Chuse a Woman of Wisdom as well as good Breeding | F |
| With a Turn at least no Aversion to Reading | F |
| In the Care of her Person exact and refin'd | H |
| Yet still let her principal Care be her Mind | H |
| Who can when her Family Cares give her Leisure | L |
| Without the dear Cards pass an Ev'ning with Pleasure | L |
| In forming her Children to Virtue and Knowledge | W |
| Nor trust for that Care to a School or a College | X |
| By Learning made humble not thence taking Airs | Y |
| To despise or neglect her domestick Affairs | Y |
| Nor think her less fitted for doing her Duty | Z |
| By knowing its Reasons its Use and its Beauty | Z |
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| When you gain her Affection take care to preserve it | A2 |
| Lest others persuade her you do not deserve it | A2 |
| Still study to heighten the Joys of her Life | J |
| Nor treat her the worse for her being your Wife | J |
| If in Judgment she errs set her right without Pride | B2 |
| 'Tis the Province of insolent Fools to deride | B2 |
| A Husband's first praise is a Friend and Protector | L |
| Then change not these Titles for Tyrant and Hector | L |
| Let your Person be neat unaffectedly clean | C2 |
| Tho' alone with your Wife the whole Day you remain | D2 |
| Chuse Books for her Study to fashion her Mind | H |
| To emulate those who excell'd of her Kind | H |
| Be Religion the principal Care of your Life | J |
| As you hope to be blest in your Children and Wife | J |
| So you in your Marriage shall gain its true End | E2 |
| And find in your Wife a Companion and Friend | E2 |
Mary Barber
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