Venus' Runaway Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEFDD GGDDHH IIJJKK LLMMNN OPKKDD QQRSTT JJJU VV WWXXKK YYYYCC| Beauties have ye seen this toy | A |
| Called Love a little boy | A |
| Almost naked wanton blind | B |
| Cruel now and then as kind | B |
| If he be amongst ye say | C |
| He is Venus' runaway | C |
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| She that will but now discover | D |
| Where the winged wag doth hover | D |
| Shall to night receive a kiss | E |
| How or where herself would wish | F |
| But who brings him to his mother | D |
| Shall have that kiss and another | D |
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| He hath marks about him plenty | G |
| You shall know him among twenty | G |
| All his body is a fire | D |
| And his breath a flame entire | D |
| That being shot like lightning in | H |
| Wounds the heart but not the skin | H |
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| At his sight the sun hath turned | I |
| Neptune in the waters burned | I |
| Hell hath felt a greater heat | J |
| Jove himself forsook his seat | J |
| From the centre to the sky | K |
| Are his trophies reared high | K |
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| Wings he hath which though ye clip | L |
| He will leap from lip to lip | L |
| Over liver lights and heart | M |
| But not stay in any part | M |
| But if chance his arrow misses | N |
| He will shoot himself in kisses | N |
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| He doth bear a golden bow | O |
| And a quiver hanging low | P |
| Full of arrows that outbrave | K |
| Dian's shafts where if he have | K |
| Any head more sharp than other | D |
| With that first he strikes his mother | D |
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| Still the fairest are his fuel | Q |
| When his days are to be cruel | Q |
| Lovers' hearts are all his food | R |
| And his baths their warmest blood | S |
| Naught but wounds his hands doth season | T |
| And he hates none like to Reason | T |
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| Trust him not his words though sweet | J |
| Seldom with his heart do meet | J |
| All his practice is deceit | J |
| Every gift it is a bait | U |
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| Not a kiss but poison bears | V |
| And most treason in his tears | V |
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| Idle minutes are his reign | W |
| Then the straggler makes his gain | W |
| By presenting maids with toys | X |
| And would have ye think them joys | X |
| 'Tis the ambition of the elf | K |
| To have all childish as himself | K |
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| If by these ye please to know him | Y |
| Beauties be not nice but show him | Y |
| Though ye had a will to hide him | Y |
| Now we hope ye'll not abide him | Y |
| Since you hear his falser play | C |
| And that he's Venus' runaway | C |
Ben Jonson
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