The English Padlock Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCDEFFGHIJFF KKLLMN OOPPME QQRRSSFFEDTTFUFV QQWWWWXXWWYY YYFFZZZA2A2WWNNB2B2C 2D2YYA2A2XXWWWW

Miss Danae when Fair and YoungA
As Horace has divinely sungA
Could not be kept from Jove's EmbraceB
By Doors of Steel and Walls of BrassC
The Reason of the Thing is clearD
Would Jove the naked Truth averE
Cupid was with Him of the PartyF
And show'd himself sincere and heartyF
For give That Whipster but his ErrandG
He takes my Lord Chief Justice' WarrantH
Dauntless as Death away He walksI
Breaks the Doors open snaps the LocksJ
Searches the Parlour Chamber StudyF
Nor stops 'till He has Culprit's BodyF
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Since This has been Authentick TruthK
By Age deliver'd down to YouthK
Tell us mistaken Husband tell usL
Why so Mysterious why so JealousL
Does the Restraint the Bolt the BarM
Make Us less Curious Her less FairN
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The Spy which does this Treasure keepO
Does She ne'er say her Pray'rs nor sleepO
Does She to no Excess inclineP
Does She fly Musick Mirth and WineP
Or have not Gold and Flatt'ry Pow'rM
To purchase One unguarded HourE
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Your Care does further yet extendQ
That Spy is guarded by your FriendQ
But has This Friend nor Eye nor HeartR
May He not feel the cruel DartR
Which soon or late all Mortals feelS
May He not with too tender ZealS
Give the Fair Pris'ner Cause to seeF
How much He wishes She were freeF
May He not craftily inferE
The Rules of Friendship too severeD
Which chain Him to a hated TrustT
Which make Him Wretched to be JustT
And may not She this Darling SheF
Youthful and healthy Flesh and BloodU
Easie with Him ill us'd by TheeF
Allow this Logic to be goodV
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Sir Will your Questions never endQ
I trust to neither Spy nor FriendQ
In short I keep Her from the SightW
Of ev'ry Human Face She'll writeW
From Pen and Paper She's debarr'dW
Has She a Bodkin and a CardW
She'll bunny her Mind She will You sayX
But how shall She That Mind conveyX
I keep Her in one Room I lock itW
The Key look here is in this PocketW
The Key hole is That left Most certainY
She'll thrust her Letter thro' Sir MartinY
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Dear angry Friend what must be doneY
Is there no Way There is but OneY
Send Her abroad and let Her seeF
That all this mingled Mass which SheF
Being forbidden longs to knowZ
Is a dull Farce an empty ShowZ
Powder and Pocket Glass and BeauZ
A Staple of Romance and LiesA2
False Tears and real PerjuriesA2
Where Sighs and Looks are bought and soldW
And Love is made but to be toldW
Where the fat Bawd and lavish HeirN
The Spoils of ruin'd Beauty shareN
And Youth seduc'd from Friends and FameB2
Must give up Age to Want and ShameB2
Let Her behold the Frantick SceneC2
The Women wretched false the MenD2
And when these certain Ills to shunY
She would to Thy Embraces runY
Receive Her with extended ArmsA2
Seem more delighted with her CharmsA2
Wait on Her to the Park and PlayX
Put on good Humour make Her gayX
Be to her Virtues very kindW
Be to her Faults a little blindW
Let all her Ways be unconfin'dW
And clap your Padlock on her MindW

Matthew Prior



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