To His Mistress Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGFFGHIJ KKLLMMNNCCOOPPQQRRFF SSNNTULLFFVWXXFYYZZA 2A2B2B2MMC2C2D2PPE2F 2FFG2G2H2H2I2I2JJJ2J 2| YOUR husband will be with us at the Treat | A |
| May that be the last Supper he shall Eat | A |
| And am poor I a Guest invited there | B |
| Only to see while he may touch the Fair | B |
| To see you Kiss and Hug your nauseous Lord | C |
| While his lewd Hand descends below the Board | C |
| Now wonder not that Hippodamia's Charms | D |
| At such a sight the Centaurs urged to Arms | D |
| That in a rage they threw their Cups aside | E |
| Assailed the Bridegroom and would force the Bride | E |
| I am not half a Horse I would I were | F |
| Yet hardly can from you my Hands forbear | F |
| Take then my Counsel which observed may be | G |
| Of some Importance both to you and me | G |
| Be sure to come before your Man be there | F |
| There's nothing can be done but come how e'er | F |
| Sit next him that belongs to Decency | G |
| But tread upon my Foot in passing by | H |
| Read in my Looks what silently they speak | I |
| And slily with your Eyes your Answer make | J |
| My Lifted Eyebrow shall declare my Pain | K |
| My Right Hand to his fellow shall complain | K |
| And on the Back of a Letter shall design | L |
| Besides a Note that shall be Writ in Wine | L |
| When e'er you think upon our last Embrace | M |
| With your Fore finger gently touch your Face | M |
| If you are pleased with what I do or say | N |
| Handle your Rings or with your Fingers play | N |
| As Suppliants use at Altars hold the Board | C |
| When e'er you wish the Devil may take your Lord | C |
| When he fills for you never touch the Cup | O |
| But bid th' officious Cuckold drink it up | O |
| The Waiter on those Services employ | P |
| Drink you and I will snatch it from the Boy | P |
| Watching the part where your sweet Mouth hath been | Q |
| And thence with eager Lips will suck it in | Q |
| If he with Clownish Manners thinks it fit | R |
| To taste and offer you the nasty bit | R |
| Reject his greasy Kindness and restore | F |
| Th' unsavory Morsel he had chewed before | F |
| Nor let his Arms embrace your Neck nor rest | S |
| Your tender Cheek upon his hairy Breast | S |
| Let not his Hand within your Bosom stray | N |
| And rudely with your pretty Bubbies play | N |
| But above all let him no Kiss receive | T |
| That's an Offence I never can forgive | U |
| Do not O do not that sweet Mouth resign | L |
| Lest I rise up in Arms and cry 'Tis mine | L |
| I shall thrust in betwixt and void of Fear | F |
| The manifest Adult'rer will alppear | F |
| These things are plain to Sight but more I doubt | V |
| What you conceal beneath your Petticoat | W |
| Take not his Leg between your tender Thighs | X |
| Nor with your Hand provoke my Foe to rise | X |
| Which I myself have practised all before | F |
| How oft have I been forced the Robe to lift | Y |
| In Company to make a homely shift | Y |
| For a bare Bout ill huddled o'er in hast | Z |
| While o'er my side the Fair her Mantle cast | Z |
| You to your Husband shall not be so kind | A2 |
| But lest you should your Mantle leave behind | A2 |
| Encourage him to Tope but Kiss him not | B2 |
| Nor mix one drop of Water in his Pot | B2 |
| If he be Fuddled well and Snores apace | M |
| Then we may take Advice from Time and Place | M |
| When all depart when Complements are loud | C2 |
| Be sure to mix among the thickest Crowd | C2 |
| There I will be and there we cannot miss | D2 |
| Alas what length of Labour I employ | P |
| Just to secure a short and transient Joy | P |
| For Night must part us and when Night is come | E2 |
| Tucked underneath his Arm he leads you Home | F2 |
| He locks you in I follow to the Door | F |
| His Fortune envy and my own deplore | F |
| He kisses you he more than kisses too | G2 |
| Th' outrageous Cuckold thinks it all his due | G2 |
| But add not to his Joy by your consent | H2 |
| And let it not be given but only lent | H2 |
| Return no Kiss nor move in any sort | I2 |
| Make it a dull and a malignant Sport | I2 |
| Had I my Wish he should no Pleasure take | J |
| But slubber o'er your Business for my sake | J |
| And what e'er Fortune shall this Night befall | J2 |
| Coax me to morrow by forswearing all | J2 |
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