Poem 95 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABBBBBCC

VNto his mother straight he weeping cameA
and of his griefe complaynedB
Who could not chose but laugh at his fond gameA
though sad to see him painedB
Think now quod she my sonne how great the smartB
of those whom thou dost woundB
Full many thou hast pricked to the hartB
that pitty neuer foundB
Therefore henceforth some pitty takeC
when thou doest spoyle of louers makeC

Edmund Spenser



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