Epithalamion Made At Lincoln's Inn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDDCAEEAFFGGHIIHJK KJFF LLMCCMNOONFF JJGPPGMEEMFF JJMMMMQJJQFF MMMMMMMJJMFF JJMCCMGKKGRF JJEJGEJGGJFF

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HAIL sun beams in the east are spreadB
Leave leave fair bride your solitary bedB
No more shall you return to it aloneC
It nurseth sadness and your body's printD
Like to a grave the yielding down doth dintD
You and your other you meet there anonC
Put forth put forth that warm balm breathing thighA
Which when next time you in these sheets will smotherE
There it must meet anotherE
Which never was but must be oft more nighA
Come glad from thence go gladder than you cameF
To day put on perfection and a woman's nameF
Daughters of London you which beG
Our golden mines and furnish'd treasuryG
You which are angels yet still bring with youH
Thousands of angels on your marriage daysI
Help with your presence and devise to praiseI
These rites which also unto you grow dueH
Conceitedly dress her and be assign'dJ
By you fit place for every flower and jewelK
Make her for love fit fuelK
As gay as Flora and as rich as IndJ
So may she fair and rich in nothing lameF
To day put on perfection and a woman's nameF
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And you frolic patriciansL
Sons of those senators wealth's deep oceansL
Ye painted courtiers barrels of other's witsM
Ye countrymen who but your beasts love noneC
Ye of those fellowships whereof he's oneC
Of study and play made strange hermaphroditesM
Here shine this bridegroom to the temple bringN
Lo in yon path which store of strew'd flowers gracethO
The sober virgin pacethO
Except my sight fail 'tis no other thingN
Weep not nor blush here is no grief nor shameF
To day put on perfection and a woman's nameF
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Thy two leaved gates fair temple unfoldJ
And these two in thy sacred bosom holdJ
Till mystically join'd but one they beG
Then may thy lean and hunger starv d wombP
Long time expect their bodies and their tombP
Long after their own parents fatten theeG
All elder claims and all cold barrennessM
All yielding to new loves be far for everE
Which might these two disseverE
Always all th'other may each one possessM
For the best bride best worthy of praise and fameF
To day puts on perfection and a woman's nameF
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Winter days bring much delightJ
Not for themselves but for they soon bring nightJ
Other sweets wait thee than these diverse meatsM
Other disports than dancing jollitiesM
Other love tricks than glancing with the eyesM
But that the sun still in our half sphere sweatsM
He flies in winter but he now stands stillQ
Yet shadows turn noon point he hath attain'dJ
His steeds will be restrain'dJ
But gallop lively down the western hillQ
Thou shalt when he hath run the heaven's half frameF
To night put on perfection and a woman's nameF
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The amorous evening star is roseM
Why then should not our amorous star incloseM
Herself in her wish'd bed Release your stringsM
Musicians and dancers take some truceM
With these your pleasing labours for great useM
As much weariness as perfection bringsM
You and not only you but all toil'd beastsM
Rest duly at night all their toils are dispensedJ
But in their beds commencedJ
Are other labours and more dainty feastsM
She goes a maid who lest she turn the sameF
To night puts on perfection and a woman's nameF
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Thy virgin's girdle now untieJ
And in thy nuptial bed love's altar lieJ
A pleasing sacrifice now dispossessM
Thee of these chains and robes which were put onC
To adorn the day not thee for thou aloneC
Like virtue and truth art best in nakednessM
This bed is only to virginityG
A grave but to a better state a cradleK
Till now thou wast but ableK
To be what now thou art then that by theeG
No more be said I may be but I amR
To night put on perfection and a woman's nameF
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Even like a faithful man contentJ
That this life for a better should be spentJ
So she a mother's rich stile doth preferE
And at the bridegroom's wish'd approach doth lieJ
Like an appointed lamb when tenderlyG
The priest comes on his knees to embowel herE
Now sleep or watch with more joy and O lightJ
Of heaven to morrow rise thou hot and earlyG
This sun will love so dearlyG
Her rest that long long we shall want her sightJ
Wonders are wrought for she which had no maimF
To night puts on perfection and a woman's nameF

John Donne



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