A Praise Of His Lady Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CACA DEFE GHIH JKLK MNOP QRQR STST UPUP VVVV VWVW XVXV YVYV ZAA2A| GIVE place you ladies and begone | A |
| Boast not yourselves at all | B |
| For here at hand approacheth one | A |
| Whose face will stain you all | B |
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| The virtue of her lively looks | C |
| Excels the precious stone | A |
| I wish to have none other books | C |
| To read or look upon | A |
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| In each of her two crystal eyes | D |
| Smileth a naked boy | E |
| It would you all in heart suffice | F |
| To see that lamp of joy | E |
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| I think Nature hath lost the mould | G |
| Where she her shape did take | H |
| Or else I doubt if Nature could | I |
| So fair a creature make | H |
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| She may be well compared | J |
| Unto the Phoenix kind | K |
| Whose like was never seen or heard | L |
| That any man can find | K |
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| In life she is Diana chaste | M |
| In troth Penelopey | N |
| In word and eke in deed steadfast | O |
| What will you more we say | P |
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| If all the world were sought so far | Q |
| Who could find such a wight | R |
| Her beauty twinkleth like a star | Q |
| Within the frosty night | R |
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| Her rosial colour comes and goes | S |
| With such a comely grace | T |
| More ruddier too than doth the rose | S |
| Within her lively face | T |
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| At Bacchus' feast none shall her meet | U |
| Ne at no wanton play | P |
| Nor gazing in an open street | U |
| Nor gadding as a stray | P |
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| The modest mirth that she doth use | V |
| Is mix'd with shamefastness | V |
| All vice she doth wholly refuse | V |
| And hateth idleness | V |
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| O Lord it is a world to see | V |
| How virtue can repair | W |
| And deck in her such honesty | V |
| Whom Nature made so fair | W |
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| Truly she doth so far exceed | X |
| Our women nowadays | V |
| As doth the jeliflower a weed | X |
| And more a thousand ways | V |
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| How might I do to get a graff | Y |
| Of this unspotted tree | V |
| For all the rest are plain but chaff | Y |
| Which seem good corn to be | V |
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| This gift alone I shall her give | Z |
| When death doth what he can | A |
| Her honest fame shall ever live | A2 |
| Within the mouth of man | A |
Anonymous Olde English
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