Wedding, A Poem Rhyme Scheme

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I tell thee Dick where I have been	A
Where I the rarest things have seen	B
Oh things without compare	C
Such sights again can not be found	D
In any place on English ground	D
Be it at wake or fair	C
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At Charing Cross hard by the way	E
Where we thou know'st do sell our hay	E
There is a house with stairs	F
And there did I see coming down	G
Such folks as are not in our town	G
Vorty at least in pairs	F
	-
Amongst the rest one pest'lent fine	H
His beard no bigger tho' than thine	H
Walk'd on before the rest	I
Our landlord looks like nothing to him	J
The King God bless him 'twould undo him	J
Should he go still so drest	I
	-
At Course a park without all doubt	I
He should have first been taken out	I
By all the maids i' th' town	G
Though lusty Roger there had been	A
Or little George upon the green	B
Or Vincent of the crown	G
	-
But wot you what The youth was going	K
To make an end of all his woing	K
The parson for him staid	I
Yet by his leave for all his haste	I
He did not so much wish all past	I
Perchance as did the maid	I
	-
The maid and thereby hangs a tale	L
For such a maid no Whitson ale	L
Could ever yet produce	M
No grape that's kindly ripe could be	N
So round so plump so soft as she	N
Nor half so full of juyce	M
	-
Her finger was so small the ring	K
Would not stay on which they did bring	K
It was too wide a peck	K
And to say truth for out it must	I
It look'd like the great collar just	I
About our young colt's neck	K
	-
Her feet beneath her petticoat	I
Like little mice stole in and out	I
As if they fear'd the light	I
But oh she dances such a way	E
No sun upon an Easter day	E
Is half so fine a sight	I
	-
Her cheeks so rare a white was on	O
No daisie makes comparison	P
Who sees them is undone	P
For streaks of red were mingled there	C
Such as are on a Cath'rine pear	C
The side that's next the Sun	P
	-
Her lips were red and one was thin	A
Compared to that was next her chin	A
Some bee had stung it newly	N
But Dick her eyes so guard her face	M
I durst no more upon them gaze	M
Than on a Sun in July	Q
	-
Her mouth so small when she does speak	K
Thou'dst swear her teeth her words did break	K
That they might passage get	I
But she so handled still the matter	R
They came as good as ours or better	R
And are not spent a whit	I
	-
Passion oh me how I run on	O
There's that that would be thought upon	O
I trow besides the bride	I
The business of the kitchen's great	I
For it is fit that men should eat	I
Nor was it there denied	I
	-
Just in the nick the Cook knock'd thrice	M
And all the waiters in a trice	M
His summons did obey	E
Each serving man with dish in hand	I
March'd boldly up like our train'd band	I
Presented and away	E
	-
When all the meat was on the table	S
What man of knife or teeth was able	S
To stay to be entreated	I
And this the very reason was	M
Before the parson could say grace	M
The company was seated	I
	-
Now hats fly off and youths carouse	M
Healths first go round and then the house	M
The bride's came thick and thick	K
And when 'twas named another's health	T
Perhaps he made it hers by stealth	T
And who could help it Dick	K
	-
O' th' sudden up they rise and dance	M
Then sit again and sigh and glance	M
Then dance again and kiss	M
Thus sev'ral ways the time did pass	M
Till ev'ry woman wish'd her place	M
And ev'ry man wish'd his	M
	-
By this time all were stol'n aside	I
To counsel and undress the bride	I
But that he must not know	U
But yet 'twas thought he guest her mind	I
And did not mean to stay behind	I
Above an hour or so	U

Sir John Suckling

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