Sonet 45 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACAAAADEDEFF

Thou leaden braine which censur'st what I writeA
And say'st my lines be dull and doe not moueB
I meruaile not thou feelst not my delightA
Which neuer felt my fiery tuch of loueC
But thou whose pen hath like a Pack horse seru'dA
Whose stomack vnto gaule hath turn'd thy foodeA
Whose sences like poore prisoners hunger staru'dA
Whose griefe hath parch'd thy body dry'd thy bloodA
Thou which hast scorned life and hated deathD
And in a moment mad sober glad and sorryE
Thou which hast band thy thoughts and curst thy breathD
With thousand plagues more then in purgatoryE
Thou thus whose spirit Loue in his fire refinesF
Come thou and reade admire applaud my linesF

Michael Drayton



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