The Dark Lady Sonnets (127 - 154) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Dark Lady Sonnets (127 - 154) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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CXXVII	A
In the old age black was not counted fair	B
Or if it were it bore not beauty's name	C
But now is black beauty's successive heir	B
And beauty slandered with a bastard shame	C
For since each hand hath put on Nature's power	D
Fairing the foul with Art's false borrowed face	E
Sweet beauty hath no name no holy bower	D
But is profaned if not lives in disgrace	E
Therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black	F
Her eyes so suited and they mourners seem	G
At such who not born fair no beauty lack	F
Sland'ring creation with a false esteem	G
Yet so they mourn becoming of their woe	H
That every tongue says beauty should look so	H
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CXXVIII	A
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How oft when thou my music music play'st	I
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds	J
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st	I
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds	J
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap	K
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand	L
Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap	K
At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand	L
To be so tickled they would change their state	M
And situation with those dancing chips	N
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait	M
Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips	N
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this	O
Give them thy fingers me thy lips to kiss	O
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CXXIX	O
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The expense of spirit in a waste of shame	C
Is lust in action and till action lust	P
Is perjured murderous bloody full of blame	C
Savage extreme rude cruel not to trust	P
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight	M
Past reason hunted and no sooner had	Q
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait	M
On purpose laid to make the taker mad	Q
Mad in pursuit and in possession so	O
Had having and in quest to have extreme	G
A bliss in proof and proved a very woe	O
Before a joy proposed behind a dream	G
All this the world well knows yet none knows well	R
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell	R
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CXXX	O
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun	S
Coral is far more red than her lips red	T
If snow be white why then her breasts are dun	S
If hairs be wires black wires grow on her head	T
I have seen roses damasked red and white	U
But no such roses see I in her cheeks	O
And in some perfumes is there more delight	U
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks	O
I love to hear her speak yet well I know	O
That music hath a far more pleasing sound	V
I grant I never saw a goddess go	O
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground	V
And yet by heaven I think my love as rare	B
As any she belied with false compare	B
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CXXXI	O
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Thou art as tyrannous so as thou art	W
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel	X
For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart	W
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel	X
Yet in good faith some say that thee behold	Y
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan	Z
To say they err I dare not be so bold	Y
Although I swear it to myself alone	Z
And to be sure that is not false I swear	B
A thousand groans but thinking on thy face	O
One on another's neck do witness bear	B
Thy black is fairest in my judgment's place	O
In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds	O
And thence this slander as I think proceeds	O
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CXXXII	O
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Thine eyes I love and they as pitying me	A2
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain	B2
Have put on black and loving mourners be	A2
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain	B2
And truly not the morning sun of heaven	S
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east	C2
Nor that full star that ushers in the even	D2
Doth half that glory to the sober west	E2
As those two mourning eyes become thy face	O
O let it then as well beseem thy heart	W
To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace	O
And suit thy pity like in every part	W
Then will I swear beauty herself is black	F
And all they foul that thy complexion lack	F
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CXXXIII	O
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Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan	Z
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me	A2
Is't not enough to torture me alone	Z
But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be	A2
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken	S
And my next self thou harder hast engrossed	F2
Of him myself and thee I am forsaken	S
A torment thrice three fold thus to be crossed	G2
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward	H2
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail	I2
Whoe'er keeps me let my heart be his guard	J2
Thou canst not then use rigour in my jail	I2
And yet thou wilt for I being pent in thee	A2
Perforce am thine and all that is in me	A2
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CXXXIV	A
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So now I have confessed that he is thine	K2
And I my self am mortgaged to thy will	L2
Myself I'll forfeit so that other mine	K2
Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still	L2
But thou wilt not nor he will not be free	A2
For thou art covetous and he is kind	M2
He learned but surety like to write for me	A2
Under that bond that him as fast doth bind	M2
The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take	N2
Thou usurer that put'st forth all to use	O
And sue a friend came debtor for my sake	N2
So him I lose through my unkind abuse	O
Him have I lost thou hast both him and me	A2
He pays the whole and yet am I not free	A2
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CXXXV	A
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Whoever hath her wish thou hast thy Will	L2
And Will to boot and Will in over plus	O
More than enough am I that vexed thee still	L2
To thy sweet will making addition thus	O
Wilt thou whose will is large and spacious	O
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine	K2
Shall will in others seem right gracious	O
And in my will no fair acceptance shine	K2
The sea all water yet receives rain still	L2
And in abundance addeth to his store	O2
So thou being rich in Will add to thy Will	L2
One will of mine to make thy large will more	O2
Let no unkind no fair beseechers kill	L2
Think all but one and me in that one Will	L2
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CXXXVI	A
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If thy soul check thee that I come so near	P2
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will	L2
And will thy soul knows is admitted there	B
Thus far for love my love suit sweet fulfil	L2
Will will fulfil the treasure of thy love	A
Ay fill it full with wills and my will one	S
In things of great receipt with ease we prove	A
Among a number one is reckoned none	S
Then in the number let me pass untold	Y
Though in thy store's account I one must be	A2
For nothing hold me so it please thee hold	Y
That nothing me a something sweet to thee	A2
Make but my name thy love and love that still	L2
And then thou lovest me for my name is 'Will '	-
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CXXXVII	A
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Thou blind fool Love what dost thou to mine eyes	O
That they behold and see not what they see	A2
They know what beauty is see where it lies	O
Yet what the best is take the worst to be	A2
If eyes corrupt by over partial looks	O
Be anchored in the bay where all men ride	Q2
Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks	O
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied	Q2
Why should my heart think that a several plot	R2
Which my heart knows the wide world's common place	O
Or mine eyes seeing this say this is not	R2
To put fair truth upon so foul a face	O
In things right true my heart and eyes have erred	S2
And to this false plague are they now transferred	T2
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CXXXVIII	A
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When my love swears that she is made of truth	U2
I do believe her though I know she lies	O
That she might think me some untutored youth	U2
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties	O
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young	V2
Although she knows my days are past the best	E2
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue	V2
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed	E2
But wherefore says she not she is unjust	P
And wherefore say not I that I am old	Y
O love's best habit is in seeming trust	P
And age in love loves not to have years told	Y
Therefore I lie with her and she with me	A2
And in our faults by lies we flattered be	A2
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CXXXIX	O
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O call not me to justify the wrong	W2
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart	W
Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue	V2
Use power with power and slay me not by art	W
Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere but in my sight	U
Dear heart forbear to glance thine eye aside	Q2
What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might	U
Is more than my o	O