Sonnets To The Sundry Notes Of Music Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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IA
IT was a lording's daughter the fairest one of threeB
That liked of her master as well as well might beB
Till looking on an Englishman the fair'st that eye could seeB
Her fancy fell a turningC
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Long was the combat doubtful that love with love did fightD
To leave the master loveless or kill the gallant knightD
To put in practise either alas it was a spiteD
Unto the silly damselE
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But one must be refused more mickle was the painF
That nothing could be used to turn them both to gainF
For of the two the trusty knight was wounded with disdainF
Alas she could not help itG
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Thus art with arms contending was victor of the dayH
Which by a gift of learning did bear the maid awayH
Then lullaby the learned man hath got the lady gayH
For now my song is endedI
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IIA
On a day alack the dayH
Love whose month was ever MayH
Spied a blossom passing fairJ
Playing in the wanton airJ
Through the velvet leaves the windK
All unseen gan passage findK
That the lover sick to deathL
Wish'd himself the heaven's breathL
'Air ' quoth he 'thy cheeks may blowM
Air would I might triumph soM
But alas my hand hath swornN
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thornN
Vow alack for youth unmeetK
Youth so apt to pluck a sweetK
Thou for whom Jove would swearJ
Juno but an Ethiope wereO
Turning mortal for thy love '-
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IIIA
My flocks feed notK
My ewes breed notK
My rams speed notK
All is amissP
Love's denyingC
Faith's defyingC
Heart's renyingC
Causer of thisP
All my merry jigs are quite forgotK
All my lady's love is lost God wotK
Where her faith was firmly fix'd in loveQ
There a nay is placed without removeR
One silly crossS
Wrought all my lossS
O frowning Fortune cursed fickle dameT
For now I seeB
InconstancyB
More in women than in men remainF
In black mourn IA
All fears scorn IA
Love hath forlorn meB
Living in thrallU
Heart is bleedingC
All help needingC
O cruel speedingC
Fraughted with gallU
My shepherd's pipe can sound no dealV
My wether's bell rings doleful knellW
My curtail dog that wont to have play'dK
Plays not at all but seems afraidK
My sighs so deepX
Procure to weepX
In howling wise to see my doleful plightK
How sighs resoundK
Through heartless groundK
Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fightK
Clear wells spring notK
Sweet birds sing notK
Green plants bring notK
Forth their dyeA
Herds stand weepingC
Flocks all sleepingC
Nymphs back peepingC
FearfullyW
All our pleasure known to us poor swainsB
All our merry meetings on the plainsB
All our evening sport from us is fledK
All our love is lost for Love is deadK
Farewell sweet lassB
Thy like ne'er wasB
For a sweet content the cause of all my moanY
Poor CorydonY
Must live aloneY
Other help for him I see that there is noneY
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IVR
When as thine eye hath chose the dameT
And stall'd the deer that thou shouldst strikeC
Let reason rule things worthy blameT
As well as fancy partial mightK
Take counsel of some wiser headK
Neither too young nor yet unwedK
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And when thou comest thy tale to tellW
Smooth not thy tongue with filed talkC
Lest she some subtle practise smellW
A cripple soon can find a haltK
But plainly say thou lovest her wellW
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And set thy person forth to sellW
What though her frowning brows be bentK
Her cloudy looks will calm ere nightK
And then too late she will repentK
That thus dissembled her delightK
And twice desire ere it be dayK
That which with scorn she put awayK
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What though she strive to try her strengthZ
And ban and brawl and say thee nayK
Her feeble force will yield at lengthZ
When craft hath taught her thus to sayK
'Had women been so strong as menY
In faith you had not had it then '-
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And to her will frame all thy waysB
Spare not to spend and chiefly thereJ
Where thy desert may merit praiseB
By ringing in thy lady's earA2
The strongest castle tower and townY
The golden bullet beats it downY
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Serve always with assured trustK
And in thy suit be humble trueB2
Unless thy lady prove unjustK
Press never thou to choose anewB2
When time shall serve be thou not slackC
To proffer though she put thee backC
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The wiles and guiles that women workC
Dissembled with an outward showM
The tricks and toys that in them lurkC
The cock that treads them shall not knowM
Have you not heard it said full oftK
A woman's nay doth stand for noughtK
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Think women still to strive with menY
To sin and never for to saintK
There is no heaven by holy thenY
When time with age doth them attaintK
Were kisses all the joys in bedK
One woman would another wedK
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But soft enough too much I fearC2
Lest that my mistress hear my songC
She will not stick to round me i' the earA2
To teach my tongue to be so longC
Yet will she blush here be it saidK
To hear her secrets so bewray'dK
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VR
Live with me and be my loveR
And we will all the pleasures proveR
That hills and valleys dales and fieldsB
And all the craggy mountains yieldsB
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There will we sit upon the rocksB
And see the shepherds feed their flocksB
By shallow rivers by whose fallsB
Melodious birds sing madrigalsB
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There will I make thee a bed of rosesB
With a thousand fragrant posiesB
A cap of flowers and a kirtleW
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtleW
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A belt of straw and ivy budsB
With coral clasps and amber studsB
And if these pleasures may thee moveR
Then live with me and be my loveR
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LOVE'S ANSWERO
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If that the world and love were youngC
And truth in every shepherd's tongueC
These pretty pleasures might me moveR
To live with thee and be thy loveR
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VIR
As it fell upon a dayK
In the merry month of MayK
Sitting in a pleasant shadeK
Which a grove of myrtles madeK
Beasts did leap and birds did singC
Trees did grow and plants did springC
Every thing did banish moanY
Save the nightingale aloneY
She poor bird as all forlornY
Lean'd her breast up till a thornY
And there sung the dolefull'st dittyR
That to hear it was great pityR
'Fie fie fie ' now would she cryR
'Tereu tereu ' by and byR
That to hear her so complainY
Scarce I could from tears refrainY
For her griefs so lively shownY
Made me think upon mine ownY
Ah thought I thou mourn'st in vainY
None takes pity on thy painY
Senseless trees they cannot hear theeR
Ruthless beasts they will not cheer theeR
King Pandion he is deadK
All thy friends are lapp'd in leadK
All thy fellow birds do singC
Careless of thy sorrowingC
Even so poor bird like theeR
None alive will pity meR
Whilst as fickle Fortune smiledK
Thou and I were both beguiledK
Every one that flatters theeR
Is no friend in miseryR
Words are easy like the windK
Faithful friends are hard to findK
Every man will be thy friendK
Whilst thou hast wherewith to spendK
But if store of crowns be scantK
No man will supply thy wantK
If that one be prodigalW
Bountiful they will him callW
And with such like flatteringC
'Pity but he were a king '-
If he be addict to viceB
Quickly him they will enticeB
If to women he be bentK
They have at commandementK
But if Fortune once do frownY
Then farewell his great renownY
They that fawn'd on him beforeD2
Use his company no moreD2
He that is thy friend indeedK
He will help thee in thy needK
If thou sorrow he will weepX
If thou wake he cannot sleepX
Thus of every grief in heartK
He with thee doth bear a partK
These are certain signs to knowM
Faithful friend from flattering foeM

William Shakespeare



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