Sonnet 57: Woe, Having Made With Many Fights Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBA ABBA CDE DFF| Woe having made with many fights his own | A |
| Each sense of mine each gift each power of mind | B |
| Grown now his slaves he forc'd them out to find | B |
| The thoroughest words fit for Woe's self to groan | A |
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| Hoping that when they might find Stella alone | A |
| Before she could prepare to be unkind | B |
| Her soul arm'd but with such a dainty rind | B |
| Should soon be pierc'd with sharpness of the moan | A |
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| She heard my plaints and did not only hear | C |
| But them so sweet is she most sweetly sing | D |
| With that fair breast making woe's darkness clear | E |
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| A pretty case I hoped her to bring | D |
| To feel my griefs and she with face and voice | F |
| So sweets my pains that my pains me rejoice | F |
Sir Philip Sidney
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