On A Good Legg And Foot Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFGGBHGGGGII CCGGHHCCGGCCHHHHIf Hercules tall stature might bee guest | A |
But by his thumbe wherby to make the rest | A |
In due proportion the best rule that I | B |
Would choose to measure Venus' beauty by | B |
Should bee her legg and foot If husbandmen | C |
Measure theyr timber by the foot why then | C |
Not we our wives Whether wee goe or stride | D |
Those native compasses are seldome wide | D |
Of telling true the round and slender foot | E |
Is a sure index and a secrett note | F |
Of hidden parts and well this way may lead | G |
Unto the closett of a maydenheade | G |
Here Emblemes of our youth we roses tye | B |
And here the garter love's deare mystery | H |
For want of beauty here the peacock's pride | G |
Letts fall her trayne and fearing to bee spide | G |
Shutts upp her paynted witnesses to lett | G |
Those eyes from view which are but counterfett | G |
Who looks not if this part be good or evill | I |
May meet with cloven feet and match the divell | I |
For this doth make the difference betweene | C |
The more unhallowed creatures and the cleane | C |
Well may you judge her other stepps are lighte | G |
Her thoughts awry that doth not tread aright | G |
But then there's true perfection when wee see | H |
Those parts more absolute that hidden bee | H |
Nature nere layd a fayre foundation | C |
For an unworthy frame to rest upon | C |
Lett others view the topp and limbes throughout | G |
The deeper knowledge is to know the roote | G |
And reading of the face the weakest know | C |
What beauty is the learned looke below | C |
Who looking there doe all the rest descrie | H |
As in a poole the moon we use to spie | H |
Pardon sweetehart the pride of my desire | H |
If but to kisse your toe it should aspire | H |
William Strode
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