The Sonnets Lxvi - Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCCCCCDCDEF

Tired with all these for restful death I cryA
As to behold desert a beggar bornB
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollityC
And purest faith unhappily forswornB
And gilded honour shamefully misplac'dC
And maiden virtue rudely strumpetedC
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'dC
And strength by limping sway disabledC
And art made tongue tied by authorityC
And folly doctor like controlling skillD
And simple truth miscall'd simplicityC
And captive good attending captain illD
Tir'd with all these from these would I be goneE
Save that to die I leave my love aloneF

William Shakespeare



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