590. Upon a Free Maid, with a Foul Breath

Robert Herrick (1591–1674) · 1648

iambic tetrameter · 2 lines · from Hesperides

You say you'll kiss me, and I thank you for it;But stinking breath, I do as hell abhor it.

Words in this poem

thank n.
A expression of gratitude; an acknowledgment expressive of a sense of favor or kindness received; obligation, claim, or desert, or gratitude; -- now generally used in the plural. [AS. Þanc, Þonc, thanks, favor, thought; akin to OS. thank favor, pleasure, thanks, D. & G. dank thanks, Icel. Þ\'94kk, Dan. tak, Sw. tack, Goth. Þagks thanks; -]
abhor v. i.
To shrink back with horror, disgust, or dislike; to be contrary or averse; -- with from.

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

590. Upon a Free Maid, with a Foul Breath is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Hesperides & Noble Numbers: Vol. 1 and 2, Project Gutenberg ebook #22421; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Robert Herrick, 590. Upon a Free Maid, with a Foul Breath, in Hesperides (1648), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #22421, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/herrick-hesperides/590-upon-a-free-maid-with-a-foul-breath.html, id L06379.

Form and metre

590. Upon a Free Maid, with a Foul Breath is 2 lines in a single stanza. The lines average 11.0 syllables.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 AA itA · itA
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
You say you'll kiss me, and I thank you for it;11···········
But stinking breath, I do as hell abhor it.11·/˘·····˘/·

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