Sonnet 62: Late, Tir'd With Woe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ABAB CCD CDDLate tir'd with woe ev'n ready for to pine | A |
With rage of love I call'd my love unkind | B |
She is whose eyes Love though unfelt doth shine | A |
Sweet said that I true love in her should find | B |
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I joy'd but straight thus water'd was my wine | A |
That love she did but lov'd a Love not blind | B |
Which would not let me whem she lov'd decline | A |
From nobler course fit for my birth and mind | B |
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And therefore by her love's authority | C |
Will'd me these tempests of vain love to flee | C |
And anchor fast myself on Virtue's shore | D |
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Alas if this the only metal be | C |
Of Love new coin'd to help my beggary | D |
Dear love me not that you may love me more | D |
Sir Philip Sidney
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