Seeing Thou Art Fair Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEFGGHHIJIIKKLM FFNOPPQQRRIIBBSSIITT BBUUVVBWXX

SEEING thou art fair I bar not thy false playingA
But let not me poor soul know of thy strayingA
Nor do I give thee counsel to live chasteB
But that thou would'st dissemble when 'tis pastC
She hath not trod awry that doth deny itD
Such as confess have lost their good names by itD
What madness is't to tell night pranks by dayE
And hidden secrets openly to bewrayF
The strumpet with the stranger will not doG
Before the room be clear and door put toG
Will you make shipwreck of your honest nameH
And let the world be witness of the sameH
Be more advised walk as a puritanI
And I shall think you chaste do what you canJ
Slip still only deny it when 'tis doneI
And before folk immodest speeches shunI
The bed is for lascivious toyings meetK
There use all tricks and tread shame under feetK
When you are up and dressed be sage and graveL
And in the bed hide all the faults you haveM
Be not ashamed to strip you being thereF
And mingle thighs yours ever mine to bearF
There in your rosy lips my tongue entombN
Practise a thousand sports when there you comeO
Forbear no wanton words you there would speakP
And with your pastime let the bedstead creakP
But with your robes put on an honest faceQ
And blush and seem as you were full of graceQ
Deceive all let me err and think I'm rightR
And like a wittol think thee void of slightR
Why see I lines so oft received and givenI
This bed and that by tumbling made unevenI
Like one start up your hair tost and displacedB
And with a wanton's tooth your neck new rasedB
Grant this that what you do I may not seeS
If you weigh not ill speeches yet weigh meS
My soul fleets when I think what you have doneI
And through every vein doth cold blood runI
Then thee whom I must love I hate in vainT
And would be dead but dead with thee remainT
I'll not sift much but hold thee soon excusedB
Say but thou wert injuriously accusedB
Though while the deed be doing you be tookU
And I see when you ope the two leaved bookU
Swear I was blind deny if you be wiseV
And I will trust your words more than mine eyesV
From him that yields the palm is quickly gotB
Teach but your tongue to say 'I did it not 'W
And being justified by two words thinkX
The cause acquits you not but I that winkX

Ovid



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