Love's Servile Lot Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH JKFK FLML NOPO QRSR TUVU WNXN CYFY ZA2WA2 B2C2D2C2 YE2F2E2 G2OWO H2I2J2I2 K2L2M2L2 N2O2P2S Q2R2S2R2 C2I2AI2| LOVE mistress is of many minds | A |
| Yet few know whom they serve | B |
| They reckon least how little Love | C |
| Their service doth deserve | B |
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| The will she robbeth from the wit | D |
| The sense from reason's lore | E |
| She is delightful in the rind | F |
| Corrupted in the core | E |
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| She shroudeth vice in virtue's veil | G |
| Pretending good in ill | H |
| She offereth joy affordeth grief | I |
| A kiss where she doth kill | H |
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| A honey shower rains from her lips | J |
| Sweet lights shine in her face | K |
| She hath the blush of virgin mind | F |
| The mind of viper's race | K |
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| She makes thee seek yet fear to find | F |
| To find but not enjoy | L |
| In many frowns some gliding smiles | M |
| She yields to more annoy | L |
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| She woos thee to come near her fire | N |
| Yet doth she draw it from thee | O |
| Far off she makes thy heart to fry | P |
| And yet to freeze within thee | O |
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| She letteth fall some luring baits | Q |
| For fools to gather up | R |
| Too sweet too sour to every taste | S |
| She tempereth her cup | R |
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| Soft souls she binds in tender twist | T |
| Small flies in spinner's web | U |
| She sets afloat some luring streams | V |
| But makes them soon to ebb | U |
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| Her watery eyes have burning force | W |
| Her floods and flames conspire | N |
| Tears kindle sparks sobs fuel are | X |
| And sighs do blow her fire | N |
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| May never was the month of love | C |
| For May is full of flowers | Y |
| But rather April wet by kind | F |
| For love is full of showers | Y |
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| Like tyrant cruel wounds she gives | Z |
| Like surgeon salve she lends | A2 |
| But salve and sore have equal force | W |
| For death is both their ends | A2 |
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| With soothing words enthralled souls | B2 |
| She chains in servile bands | C2 |
| Her eye in silence hath a speech | D2 |
| Which eye best understands | C2 |
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| Her little sweet hath many sours | Y |
| Short hap immortal harms | E2 |
| Her loving looks are murd'ring darts | F2 |
| Her song bewitching charms | E2 |
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| Like winter rose and summer ice | G2 |
| Her joys are still untimely | O |
| Before her Hope behind Remorse | W |
| Fair first in fine unseemly | O |
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| Moods passions fancy's jealous fits | H2 |
| Attend upon her train | I2 |
| She yieldeth rest without repose | J2 |
| And heaven in hellish pain | I2 |
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| Her house is Sloth her door Deceit | K2 |
| And slippery Hope her stairs | L2 |
| Unbashful Boldness bids her guests | M2 |
| And every vice repairs | L2 |
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| Her diet is of such delights | N2 |
| As please till they be past | O2 |
| But then the poison kills the heart | P2 |
| That did entice the taste | S |
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| Her sleep in sin doth end in wrath | Q2 |
| Remorse rings her awake | R2 |
| Death calls her up Shame drives her out | S2 |
| Despairs her upshot make | R2 |
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| Plough not the seas sow not the sands | C2 |
| Leave off your idle pain | I2 |
| Seek other mistress for your minds | A |
| Love's service is in vain | I2 |
Robert Southwell
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