Ignoto Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDEFGFHH IIJFIIIIJJ KK AA IIAAAAJJKKKJJLM| I love thee not for sacred chastity | A |
| Who loves for that nor for thy sprightly wit | B |
| I love thee not for thy sweet modesty | A |
| Which makes thee in perfection's throne to sit | B |
| I love thee not for thy enchanting eye | C |
| Thy beauty ravishing perfection | D |
| I love thee not for that my soul doth dance | E |
| And leap with pleasure when those lips of thine | F |
| Give musical and graceful utterance | G |
| To some by thee made happy poet's line | F |
| I love thee not for voice or slender small | H |
| But wilt thou know wherefore Fair sweet for all | H |
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| 'Faith wench I cannot court thy sprightly eyes | I |
| With the base viol placed between my thighs | I |
| I cannot lisp nor to some fiddle sing | J |
| Nor run upon a high stretching minikin | F |
| I cannot whine in puling elegies | I |
| Entombing Cupid with sad obsequies | I |
| I am not fashioned for these amorous times | I |
| To court thy beauty with lascivious rhymes | I |
| I cannot dally caper dance and sing | J |
| Oiling my saint with supple sonneting | J |
| I cannot cross my arms or sigh 'Ah me ' | - |
| 'Ah me forlorn ' egregious foppery | K |
| I cannot buss thy fill play with thy hair | K |
| Swearing by Jove 'Thou art most debonnaire ' | - |
| Not I by cock but I shall tell thee roundly | A |
| Hark in thine ear zounds I can thee soundly | A |
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| Sweet wench I love thee yet I will not sue | I |
| Or show my love as musky courtiers do | I |
| I'll not carouse a health to honour thee | A |
| In this same bezzling drunken courtesy | A |
| And when all's quaffed eat up my bousinglass | A |
| In glory that I am thy servile ass | A |
| Nor will I wear a rotten Bourbon lock | J |
| As some sworn peasant to a female mock | J |
| Well featured lass thou know'st I love thee dear | K |
| Yet for thy sake I will not bore mine ear | K |
| To hang thy dirty silken shoe tires there | K |
| Not for thy love will I once gnash a brick | J |
| Or some pied colours in my bonnet stick | J |
| But by the chaps of hell to do thee good | L |
| I'll freely spend my thrice decocted blood | M |
Christopher Marlowe
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