Measure For Measure Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCBDDEDFGHCIIDIJJK CJJLJMMCMEEEEDNEJ| By O r K m | A |
| Wake for the closed Pavilion doors have kept | B |
| Their silence while the white eyed Kaffir slept | B |
| And wailed the Nightingale with 'Jug jug jug ' | C |
| Whereat for empty cup the White Rose wept | B |
| Enter with me where yonder door hangs out | D |
| Its Red Triangle to a world of drought | D |
| Inviting to the Palace of the Djinn | E |
| Where Death Aladdin waits as Chuckerout | D |
| Methought last night that one in suit of woe | F |
| Stood by the Tavern door and whispered 'Lo | G |
| The Pledge departed what avails the Cup | H |
| Then take the Pledge and let the Wine cup go ' | C |
| But I 'For every thirsty soul that drains | I |
| This Anodyne of Thought its rim contains | I |
| Free will the can Necessity the must | D |
| Pour off the must and see the can remains | I |
| 'Then pot or glass why label it 'With Care' | J |
| Or why your Sheepskin with my Gourd compare | J |
| Lo here the Bar and I the only Judge | K |
| O Dog that bit me I exact an hair ' | C |
| We are the Sum of things who jot our score | J |
| With Caesar's clay behind the Tavern door | J |
| And Alexander's armies where are they | L |
| But gone to Pot that Pot you push for more | J |
| And this same Jug I empty could it speak | M |
| Might whisper that itself had been a Beak | M |
| And dealt me Fourteen Days 'without the Op ' | C |
| Your Worship see my lip is on your cheek | M |
| Yourself condemned to three score years and ten | E |
| Say did you judge the ways of other men | E |
| Why now sir you are hourly filled with wine | E |
| And has the clay more licence now than then | E |
| Life is a draught good sir its brevity | D |
| Gives you and me our measures and thereby | N |
| Has docked your virtue to a tankard's span | E |
| And left of my criterion a Cri' | J |
Sir Arthur Quiller-couch
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