The Agony Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF EGHGII

Philosophers have measur'd mountainsA
Fathom'd the depths of the seas of states and kingsB
Walk'd with a staff to heav'n and traced fountainsA
But there are two vast spacious thingsB
The which to measure it doth more behoveC
Yet few there are that sound them Sin and LoveC
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Who would know SIn let him repairD
Unto mount Olivet there shall he seeE
A man so wrung with pains that all his hairD
His skin his garments bloody beE
Sin is that press and vice which forceth painF
To hunt his cruel food through ev'ry veinF
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Who knows not Love let him assayE
And taste that juice which on the cross a pikeG
Did set again abroach then let him sayH
If ever he did taste the likeG
Love is that liquor sweet and most divineI
Which my God feels as blood but I as wineI

George Herbert



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