The Will Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDEFFF GHIIJJCCC IICCKKCCC IIIILLFFF IIGHMMJJJ NNOPQRCCC

Before I sigh my last gasp let me breatheA
Great Love some legacies I here bequeathB
Mine eyes to Argus if mine eyes can seeC
If they be blind then Love I give them theeC
My tongue to Fame to ambassadors mine earsD
To women or the sea my tearsE
Thou Love hast taught me heretoforeF
By making me serve her who had twenty moreF
That I should give to none but such as had too much beforeF
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My constancy I to the planets giveG
My truth to them who at the court do liveH
My ingenuity and opennessI
To Jesuits to buffoons my pensivenessI
My silence to any who abroad hath beenJ
My money to a CapuchinJ
Thou Love taught'st me by appointing meC
To love there where no love received can beC
Only to give to such as have an incapacityC
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My faith I give to Roman CatholicsI
All my good works unto the SchismaticsI
Of Amsterdam my best civilityC
And courtship to an UniversityC
My modesty I give to soldiers bareK
My patience let gamesters shareK
Thou Love taught'st me by making meC
Love her that holds my love disparityC
Only to give to those that count my gifts indignityC
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I give my reputation to thoseI
Which were my friends mine industry to foesI
To schoolmen I bequeath my doubtfulnessI
My sickness to physicians or excessI
To nature all that I in rhyme have writL
And to my company my witL
Thou Love by making me adoreF
Her who begot this love in me beforeF
Taught'st me to make as though I gave when I do but restoreF
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To him for whom the passing bell next tollsI
I give my physic books my written rollsI
Of moral counsels I to Bedlam giveG
My brazen medals unto them which liveH
In want of bread to them which pass amongM
All foreigners mine English tongueM
Though Love by making me love oneJ
Who thinks her friendship a fit portionJ
For younger lovers dost my gifts thus disproportionJ
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Therefore I'll give no more but I'll undoN
The world by dying because love dies tooN
Then all your beauties will be no more worthO
Than gold in mines where none doth draw it forthP
And all your graces no more use shall haveQ
Than a sun dial in a graveR
Thou Love taught'st me by making meC
Love her who doth neglect both me and theeC
To invent and practise this one way to annihilate all threeC

John Donne



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