On The Death Of Mr. James Van Otton Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFAAAAEECC GG| The first day of this month the last hath bin | A |
| To that deare soule March never did come in | A |
| So lyonlike as now our lives are made | B |
| As fickle as the weather or the shade | B |
| March dust growes plenty now while wasting fate | C |
| Strike heare to dust well worth the proverbs rate | C |
| I could be angry with the fates that they | D |
| This man of men so soone have stole away | D |
| Meane they a kingdome to undoe or make | E |
| The universe a Cripple while they take | E |
| From us so cheife a part whose art knew how | F |
| To make a man a man nor would allow | F |
| Nature an Heteroclite still to remaine | A |
| Irregular but with a jugling paine | A |
| Deceive men of their greife and make them know | A |
| That he could cure more than ere chance or foe | A |
| Dare to instring Death now growes politique | E |
| While Otton liv'd herselfe was weake and sicke | E |
| For want of food therefore at him she aimde | C |
| Who bar'd her of her purpose All is maimde | C |
| All's out of joint for in this fatall crosse | G |
| Behold Death's triumph and our fatall losse | G |
William Strode
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