Affliction Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDE FGFGHH IJIKLL LMLMNN OLOLPQ RSRSTU VWVWRR LXLXYK GLGLZZ GNGNA2A2 B2C2B2C2D2D2

When thou didst entice to thee my heartA
I thought the service braveB
So many joys I writ down for my partA
Besides what I might haveC
Out of my stock of natural delightsD
Augmented with thy gracious benefitsE
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I looked on thy furniture so fineF
And made it fine to meG
Thy glorious household stuff did me entwineF
And 'tice me unto theeG
Such stars I counted mine both heav'n and earthH
Paid me my wages in a world of mirthH
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What pleasures could I want whose King I servedI
Where joys my fellows wereJ
Thus argu'd into hopes my thoughts reservedI
No place for grief or fearK
Therefore my sudden soul caught at the placeL
And made her youth and fierceness seek thy faceL
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At first thou gav'st me milk and sweetnessesL
I had my wish and wayM
My days were straw'd with flow'rs and happinessL
There was no month but MayM
But with my years sorrow did twist and growN
And made a party unawares for woeN
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My flesh began unto my soul in painO
Sicknesses cleave my bonesL
Consuming agues dwell in ev'ry veinO
And tune my breath to groansL
Sorrow was all my soul I scarce believedP
Till grief did tell me roundly that I livedQ
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When I got health thou took'st away my lifeR
And more for my friends dieS
My mirth and edge was lost a blunted knifeR
Was of more use than IS
Thus thin and lean without a fence or friendT
I was blown through with ev'ry storm and windU
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Whereas my birth and spirit rather tookV
The way that takes the townW
Thou didst betray me to a lingering bookV
And wrap me in a gownW
I was entangled in the world of strifeR
Before I had the power to change my lifeR
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Yet for I threatened oft the siege to raiseL
Not simpring all mine ageX
Thou often didst with Academic praiseL
Melt and dissolve my rageX
I took thy sweetened pill till I came whereY
I could not go away nor persevereK
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Yet lest perchance I should too happy beG
In my unhappinessL
Turning my purge to food thou throwest meG
Into more sicknessesL
Thus doth thy power cross bias me not makingZ
Thine own gift good yet me from my ways takingZ
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Now I am here what thou wilt do with meG
None of my books will showN
I read and sigh and wish I were a treeG
For sure I then should growN
To fruit or shade at least some bird would trustA2
Her household to me and I should be justA2
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Yet though thou troublest me I must be meekB2
In weakness must be stoutC2
Well I will change the service and go seekB2
Some other master outC2
Ah my dear God though I am clean forgotD2
Let me not love thee if I love thee notD2

George Herbert



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