Astrophel And Stella - Fift Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBBB CCCDDC CCEFFE GGFHIF JJCKKC FFKLLK FFKFFK HHFBBF DDBBBB BKBDMB NNKDDK GGDBDD DDBCCB BBIBBI ODCCCC| While fauour fed my hope delight with hope was brought | A |
| Thought waited on delight and speech did follow thought | A |
| Then grew my tongue and pen records vnto thy glory | B |
| I thought all words were lost that were not spent of thee | B |
| I thought each place was darke but where thy lights would be | B |
| And all eares worse than deaf that heard not out thy storie | B |
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| I said thou wert most faire and so indeed thou art | C |
| I said thou wert most sweet sweet poison to my heart | C |
| I said my soule was thine O that I then had lyed | C |
| I said thine eyes were starres thy breast the milken way | D |
| Thy fingers Cupids shafts thy voyce the angels lay | D |
| And all I said so well as no man it denied | C |
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| But now that hope is lost vnkindnesse kils delight | C |
| Yet thought and speech do liue though metamorphos'd quite | C |
| For rage now rules the raines which guided were by pleasure | E |
| I thinke now of thy faults who late thought of thy praise | F |
| That speech falles now to blame which did thy honour raise | F |
| The same key open can which can lock vp a treasure | E |
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| Then thou whom partiall heauens conspird in one to frame | G |
| The proofe of Beauties worth th'inheritrix of fame | G |
| The mansion seat of blisse and iust excuse of louers | F |
| See now those feathers pluckt wherewith thou flew'st most high | H |
| See what cloudes of reproach shall dark thy honours skie | I |
| Whose owne fault cast him downe hardly high state recouers | F |
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| And O my muse though oft you luld her in your lap | J |
| And then a heau'nly Child gaue her Ambrosian pap | J |
| And to that braine of hers your kindest gifts infused | C |
| Since she disdaining me doth you in me disdaine | K |
| Suffer not her to laugh while both we suffer paine | K |
| Princes in subiects wrong must deeme themselues abused | C |
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| Your client poore my selfe shall Stella handle so | F |
| Reuenge revenge my Muse defiance trumpet blow | F |
| Threaten what may be done yet do more then you threaten | K |
| Ah my sute granted is I feele my breast doth swell | L |
| No child a lesson new you shall begin to spell | L |
| Sweet babes must babies haue but shrewd gyrles must be beaten | K |
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| Thinke now no more to heare of warme fine odour'd snow | F |
| Nor blushing Lillies nor pearles Ruby hidden row | F |
| Nor of that golden sea whose waues in curles are broken | K |
| But of thy soule so fraught with such vngratefulnesse | F |
| As where thou soone might'st helpe most faith dost most oppresse | F |
| Vngratefull who is cald the worst of euils is spoken | K |
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| Yet worse then worst I say thou art a Theefe A theefe | H |
| Now God forbid a theefe and of wurst theeues the cheefe | H |
| Theeues steal for need and steale but goods which paine recouers | F |
| But thou rich in all ioyes dost rob my ioyes from me | B |
| Which cannot be restord by time or industrie | B |
| Of foes the spoyle is euill far worse of constant louers | F |
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| Yet gentle English theeues do rob but will not slay | D |
| Thou English murdring theefe wilt haue harts for thy prey | D |
| The name of murdrer now on thy faire forehead sitteth | B |
| And euen while I do speake my death wounds bleeding be | B |
| Which I protest proceed from only cruell thee | B |
| Who may and will not saue murder in truth committeth | B |
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| But murder priuate fault seemes but a toy to thee | B |
| I lay then to thy charge vniustest tyrannie | K |
| If rule by force without all claim a Tyran showeth | B |
| For thou dost lord my heart who am not borne thy slaue | D |
| And which is worse makes me most guiltlesse torments haue | M |
| A rightfull prince by vnright deeds a Tyran groweth | B |
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| Lo you grow proud with this for Tyrans make folke bow | N |
| Of foule rebellion then I do appeach thee now | N |
| Rebell by Natures law rebell by law of Reason | K |
| Thou sweetest subiect wert borne in the realme of Loue | D |
| And yet against thy prince thy force dost daily proue | D |
| No vertue merits praise once toucht with blot of Treason | K |
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| But valiant Rebels oft in fooles mouths purchase fame | G |
| I now then staine thy white with vagabonding shame | G |
| Both rebell to the sonne and vagrant from the mother | D |
| For wearing Venus badge in euery part of thee | B |
| Vnto Dianaes traine thou runnaway didst flie | D |
| Who faileth one is false though trusty to another | D |
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| What is not this enough nay farre worse commeth here | D |
| A witch I say thou art though thou so faire appeare | D |
| For I protest my sight neuer thy face enioyeth | B |
| But I in me am chang'd I am aliue and dead | C |
| My feete are turn'd to rootes my hart becommeth lead | C |
| No witchcraft is so euill as which mans mind destroyeth | B |
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| Yet witches may repent thou art farre worse then they | B |
| Alas that I am forst such euill of thee to say | B |
| I say thou art a diuell though cloth'd in angels shining | I |
| For thy face tempts my soule to leaue the heauens for thee | B |
| And thy words of refuse do powre euen hell on mee | B |
| Who tempt and tempting plague are diuels in true defining | I |
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| You then vngrateful theefe you murdring Tyran you | O |
| You rebell runaway to lord and lady vntrue | D |
| You witch you Diuell alas you still of me beloued | C |
| You see what I can say mend yet your froward mind | C |
| And such skill in my Muse you reconcil'd shall find | C |
| That all these cruell words your praises shalbe proued | C |
Philip Sidney (sir)
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