Sonnet Lxiv: No More, My Dear Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBACDCDEE

No more my dear no more these counsels tryA
Oh give my passions leave to run their raceB
Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgraceB
Let folk o'ercharg'd with brain against me cryA
Let clouds bedim my face break in mine eyeA
Let me no steps but of lost labour traceB
Let all the earth with scorn recount my caseB
But do not will me from my love to flyA
I do not envy Aristotle's witC
Nor do aspire to Caesar's bleeding fameD
Nor aught do care though some above me sitC
Nor hope nor wish another course to frameD
But that which once may win thy cruel heartE
Thou art my wit and thou my virtue artE

Sir Philip Sidney



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