Song To The Tune Of “basciami Vita Mia.” Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABB ABB ABB CDCDEFEFGHIHJJ KDKDLGMGNONPQR STSTUVWXKYKYZZ R DA2DB2B2DB2DB2RB2RAA C2 C2 C2 C2B2D2B2D2FF E2B2E2B2F2ZF2ZRG2RG2 H2H2RI2RI2J2J2 KDKDK2K2 G2L2G2M2DD

Sleep baby mine Desire's nurse Beauty singethA
Thy cries O baby set mine head on achingB
The babe cries 'Way thy love doth keep me wakingB
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Lully lully my babe Hope cradle bringethA
Unto my children alway good rest takingB
The babe cries Way thy love doth keep me wakingB
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Since baby mine from me thy watching springethA
Sleep then a little pap Content is makingB
The babe cries Nay for that abide I wakingB
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The scourge of life and death's extreme disgraceC
The smoke of hell the monster called PainD
Long shamed to be accursed in every placeC
By them who of his rude resort complainD
Like crafty wretch by time and travel taughtE
His ugly evil in others' good to hideF
Late harbours in her face whom Nature wroughtE
As treasure house where her best gifts do bideF
And so by privilege of sacred seatG
A seat where beauty shines and virtue reignsH
He hopes for some small praise since she hath greatI
Within her beams wrapping his cruel stainsH
Ah saucy Pain let not thy terror lastJ
More loving eyes she draws more hate thou hastJ
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Woe woe to me on me return the smartK
My burning tongue hath bred my mistress painD
For oft in pain to pain my painful heartK
With her due praise did of my state complainD
I praised her eyes whom never chance doth moveL
Her breath which makes a sour answer sweetG
Her milken breasts the nurse of child like loveM
Her legs O legs her aye well stepping feetG
Pain heard her praise and full of inward fireN
First sealing up my heart as prey of hisO
He flies to her and boldened with desireN
Her face this age's praise the thief doth kissP
O Pain I now recant the praise I gaveQ
And swear she is not worthy thee to haveR
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Thou pain the only guest of loathed ConstraintS
The child of Curse man's weakness foster childT
Brother to Woe and father of ComplaintS
Thou Pain thou hated Pain from heaven exiledT
How hold'st thou her whose eyes constraint doth fearU
Whom cursed do bless whose weakness virtues armV
Who others' woes and plaints can chastely bearW
In whose sweet heaven angels of high thoughts swarmX
What courage strange hath caught thy caitiff heartK
Fear'st not a face that oft whole hearts devoursY
Or art thou from above bid play this partK
And so no help 'gainst envy of those powersY
If thus alas yet while those parts have woeZ
So stay her tongue that she no more say OZ
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IVR
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And have I heard her say O cruel painD
And doth she know what mould her beauty bearsA2
Mourns she in truth and thinks that others feignD
Fears she to feel and feels not others' fearsB2
Or doth she think all pain the mind forbearsB2
That heavy earth not fiery spirits may plainD
That eyes weep worse than heart in bloody tearsB2
That sense feels more than what doth sense containD
No no she is too wise she knows her faceB2
Hath not such pain as it makes others haveR
She knows the sickness of that perfect placeB2
Hath yet such health as it my life can saveR
But this she thinks our pain high cause excusethA
Where her who should rule pain false pain abusethA
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Like as the dove which seeled up doth fly-
Is neither freed nor yet to service boundC2
But hopes to gain some help by mounting high-
Till want of force do force her fall to groundC2
Right so my mind caught by his guiding eye-
And thence cast off where his sweet hurt he foundC2
Hath neither leave to live nor doom to die-
Nor held in evil nor suffered to be soundC2
But with his wings of fancies up he goesB2
To high conceits whose fruits are oft but smallD2
Till wounded blind and wearied spirit loseB2
Both force to fly and knowledge where to fallD2
O happy dove if she no bondage triedF
More happy I might I in bondage bideF
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In wonted walks since wonted fancies changeE2
Some cause there is which of strange cause doth riseB2
For in each thing whereto mine eye doth rangeE2
Part of my pain me seems engraved liesB2
The rocks which were of constant mind the markF2
In climbing steep now hard refusal showZ
The shading woods seem now my sun to darkF2
And stately hills disdain to look so lowZ
The restful caves now restless visions giveR
In dales I see each way a hard ascentG2
Like late mown meads late cut from joy I liveR
Alas sweet brooks do in my tears augmentG2
Rocks woods hills caves dales meads brooks answer meH2
Infected minds infect each thing they seeH2
If I could think how these my thoughts to leaveR
Or thinking still my thoughts might have good endI2
If rebel sense would reason's law receiveR
Or reason foiled would not in vain contendI2
Then might I think what thoughts were best to thinkJ2
Then might I wisely swim or gladly sinkJ2
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If either you would change your cruel heartK
Or cruel still time did your beauties stainD
If from my soul this love would once departK
Or for my love some love I might obtainD
Then might I hope a change or ease of mindK2
By your good help or in myself to findK2
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But since my thoughts in thinking still are spentG2
With reason's strife by senses overthrownL2
You fairer still and still more cruel bentG2
I loving still a love that loveth noneM2
I yield and strive I kiss and curse the painD
Thought reason sense time You and I maintainD

Sir Philip Sidney



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