Charitas Nimia; Or, The Dear Bargain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABC DDEE AAAFFA GHGI JJKKAALMMN OOPPAA QREE RRSSTT AAUUTVVTWW XXKKYYZU AAA2B2| Lord what is man why should he cost Thee | A |
| So dear what had his ruin lost Thee | A |
| Lord what is man that Thou hast over bought | B |
| So much a thing of naught | C |
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| Love is too kind I see and can | D |
| Make but a simple merchant man | D |
| 'Twas for such sorry merchandise | E |
| Bold painters have put out his eyes | E |
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| Alas sweet Lord what were't to Thee | A |
| If there were no such worms as we | A |
| Heav'n ne'er the less still Heav'n would be | A |
| Should mankind dwell | F |
| In the deep hell | F |
| What have his woes to do with Thee | A |
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| Let him go weep | G |
| O'er his own wounds | H |
| Seraphims will not sleep | G |
| Nor spheres let fall their faithful rounds | I |
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| Still would the youthful spirits sing | J |
| And still Thy spacious palace ring | J |
| Still would those beauteous ministers of light | K |
| Burn all as bright | K |
| And bow their flaming heads before Thee | A |
| Still thrones and dominations would adore Thee | A |
| Still would those ever wakeful sons of fire | L |
| Keep warm Thy praise | M |
| Both nights and days | M |
| And teach Thy loved name to their noble lyre | N |
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| Let froward dust then do its kind | O |
| And give itself for sport to the proud wind | O |
| Why should a piece of peevish clay plead shares | P |
| In the eternity of Thy old cares | P |
| Why shouldst Thou bow Thy awful breast to see | A |
| What mine own madnesses have done with me | A |
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| Should not the king still keep his throne | Q |
| Because some desperate fool's undone | R |
| Or will the world's illustrious eyes | E |
| Weep for every worm that dies | E |
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| Will the gallant sun | R |
| E'er the less glorious run | R |
| Will he hang down his golden head | S |
| Or e'er the sooner seek his western bed | S |
| Because of some foolish fly | T |
| Grows wanton and will die | T |
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| If I were lost in misery | A |
| What was it to Thy heaven and Thee | A |
| What was it to Thy precious blood | U |
| If my foul heart called for a flood | U |
| What if my faithless soul and I | T |
| Would needs fall in | V |
| With guilt and sin | V |
| What did the Lamb that He should die | T |
| What did the Lamb that He should need | W |
| When the wolf sins Himself to bleed | W |
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| If my base lust | X |
| Bargained with death and well beseeming dust | X |
| Why should the white | K |
| Lamb's bosom write | K |
| The purple name | Y |
| Of my sin's shame | Y |
| Why should His unstrained breast make good | Z |
| My blushes with His own heart blood | U |
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| O my Saviour make me see | A |
| How dearly Thou has paid for me | A |
| That lost again my life may prove | A2 |
| As then in death so now in love | B2 |
Richard Crashaw
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