Sonnet 74: I Never Drank Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ABAB CDC DEF| I never drank of Aganippe well | A |
| Nor ever did in shade of Tempe sit | B |
| And Muses scorn with vulgar brains to swell | A |
| Poor layman I for sacred rites unfit | B |
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| Some do I hear of poets' fury tell | A |
| But God wot wot not what they mean by it | B |
| And this I swear by blackest brook of hell | A |
| I am no pick purse of another's wit | B |
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| How fall it then that with so smooth an ease | C |
| My thoughts I speak and what I speak doth flow | D |
| In verse and that my verse best wits doth please | C |
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| Guess we the cause 'What it it thus ' Fie no | D |
| 'Or so ' Much less 'How then ' Sure thus it is | E |
| My lips are sweet inspir'd with Stella's kiss | F |
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