Sonnets: Idea Xxxi To The Critics Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDFGCGHII| Methinks I see some crooked mimic jeer | A |
| And tax my Muse with this fantastic grace | B |
| Turning my papers asks What have we here | C |
| Making withal some filthy antic face | B |
| I fear no censure nor what thou canst say | D |
| Nor shall my spirit one jot of vigour lose | E |
| Think'st thou my wit shall keep the packhorse way | D |
| That every dudgeon low invention goes | F |
| Since sonnets thus in bundles are imprest | G |
| And every drudge doth dull our satiate ear | C |
| Think'st thou my love shall in those rags be drest | G |
| That every dowdy every trull doth wear | H |
| Up to my pitch no common judgment flies | I |
| I scorn all earthly dung bred scarabies | I |
Michael Drayton
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