Sonnet 104: Envious Wits Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBC ABBA DED EFF| Envious wits what hath been mine offense | A |
| That with such poisonous care my looks you mark | B |
| That to each word nay sigh of mine you hark | B |
| As grudging me my sorrow's eloquence | C |
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| Ah is it not enough that I am thence | A |
| Thence so far thence that scarcely any spark | B |
| Of comfort dare come to this dungeon dark | B |
| Where rigorous exile locks up all my sense | A |
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| But if I by a happy window pass | D |
| If I but stars upon mine armor bear | E |
| Sick thirsty glad though but of empty glass | D |
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| Your moral notes straight my hid meaning tear | E |
| From out my ribs and puffing prove that I | F |
| Do Stella love Fools who doth it deny | F |
Sir Philip Sidney
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