Sonnet Lxiv: No More, My Dear Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBACDCDEENo more my dear no more these counsels try | A |
Oh give my passions leave to run their race | B |
Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace | B |
Let folk o'ercharg'd with brain against me cry | A |
Let clouds bedim my face break in mine eye | A |
Let me no steps but of lost labour trace | B |
Let all the earth with scorn recount my case | B |
But do not will me from my love to fly | A |
I do not envy Aristotle's wit | C |
Nor do aspire to Caesar's bleeding fame | D |
Nor aught do care though some above me sit | C |
Nor hope nor wish another course to frame | D |
But that which once may win thy cruel heart | E |
Thou art my wit and thou my virtue art | E |
Sir Philip Sidney
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