Wooing Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGHIJJKLMM NNAAOMPPJJAQRRSSTTUU MMTTMM| Love is the blossom where there blows | A |
| Every thing that lives or grows | A |
| Love doth make the Heav'ns to move | B |
| And the Sun doth burn in love | C |
| Love the strong and weak doth yoke | D |
| And makes the ivy climb the oak | D |
| Under whose shadows lions wild | E |
| Soften'd by love grow tame and mild | E |
| Love no med'cine can appease | F |
| He burns the fishes in the seas | F |
| Not all the skill his wounds can stench | G |
| Not all the sea his fire can quench | G |
| Love did make the bloody spear | H |
| Once a leavy coat to wear | I |
| While in his leaves there shrouded lay | J |
| Sweet birds for love that sing and play | J |
| And of all love's joyful flame | K |
| I the bud and blossom am | L |
| Only bend thy knee to me | M |
| Thy wooing shall thy winning be | M |
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| See see the flowers that below | N |
| Now as fresh as morning blow | N |
| And of all the virgin rose | A |
| That as bright Aurora shows | A |
| How they all unleav egrave d die | O |
| Losing their virginity | M |
| Like unto a summer shade | P |
| But now born and now they fade | P |
| Every thing doth pass away | J |
| There is danger in delay | J |
| Come come gather then the rose | A |
| Gather it or it you lose | Q |
| All the sand of Tagus' shore | R |
| Into my bosom casts his ore | R |
| All the valleys' swimming corn | S |
| To my house is yearly borne | S |
| Every grape of every vine | T |
| Is gladly bruised to make me wine | T |
| While ten thousand kings as proud | U |
| To carry up my train have bow'd | U |
| And a world of ladies send me | M |
| In my chambers to attend me | M |
| All the stars in Heav'n that shine | T |
| And ten thousand more are mine | T |
| Only bend thy knee to me | M |
| Thy wooing shall thy winning be | M |
Giles Fletcher
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