A Remedy For Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Philoclea and Pamela sweetA
By chance in one great house did meetA
And meeting did so join in heartB
That th' one from th' other could not partB
And who indeed not made of stonesC
Would separate such lovely onesD
The one is beautiful and fairE
As orient pearls and rubies areF
And sweet as after gentle showersG
The breath is of some thousand flowersG
For due proportion such an airE
Circles the other and so fairE
That it her brownness beautifiesG
And doth enchant the wisest eyesG
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Have you not seen on some great dayH
Two goodly horses white and bayH
Which were so beauteous in their prideI
You knew not which to choose or rideI
Such are these two you scarce can tellJ
Which is the daintier bonny belleJ
And they are such as by my trothK
I had been sick with love of bothK
And might have sadly said 'Good nightL
Discretion and good fortune quite '-
But that young Cupid my old masterM
Presented me a sovereign plasterM
Mopsa ev'n Mopsa precious petN
Whose lips of marble teeth of jetN
Are spells and charms of strong defenceG
To conjure down concupiscenceG
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How oft have I been reft of senseG
By gazing on their excellenceG
But meeting Mopsa in my wayH
And looking on her face of clayH
Been healed and cured and made as soundO
As though I ne'er had had a woundO
And when in tables of my heartB
Love wrought such things as bred my smartB
Mopsa would come with face of cloutP
And in an instant wipe them outP
And when their faces made me sickQ
Mopsa would come with face of brickQ
A little heated in the fireM
And break the neck of my desireM
Now from their face I turn mine eyesG
But cruel panthers they surpriseG
Me with their breath that incense sweetA
Which only for the gods is meetA
And jointly from them doth respireM
Like both the Indies set on fireM
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Which so o'ercomes man's ravished senseG
That souls to follow it fly henceG
No such like smell you if you rangeR
To th' Stocks or Cornhill's square ExchangeR
There stood I still as any stockS
Till Mopsa with her puddle dockS
Her compound or electuaryM
Made of old ling and young canaryM
Bloat herring cheese and voided physicS
Being somewhat troubled with a phthisicS
Did cough and fetch a sigh so deepT
As did her very bottom sweepT
Whereby to all she did impartB
How love lay rankling at her heartB
Which when I smelt desire was slainU
And they breathed forth perfumes in vainU
Their angel voice surprised me nowV
But Mopsa her Too whit Too whooH
Descending through her oboe noseG
Did that distemper soon composeG
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And therefore O thou precious owlW
The wise Minerva's only fowlW
What at thy shrine shall I deviseG
To offer up a sacrificeG
Hang AEsculapius and ApolloX
And Ovid with his precious shallowX
Mopsa is love's best medicineY
True water to a lover's wineZ
Nay she's the yellow antidoteA2
Both bred and born to cut Love's throatA2
Be but my second and stand byB2
Mopsa and I'll them both defyB2
And all else of those gallant racesG
Who wear infection in their facesG
For thy face that Medusa's shieldC2
Will bring me safe out of the fieldC2

Sir Philip Sidney



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