To A Gentlewoman For A Friend Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCBBDDCCEFBBFAGGHH BBAAFFHHCCIICCBBGGEE CCBBFFFF| No marvell if the Sunne's bright eye | A |
| Shower downe hott flames that qualitie | B |
| Still waytes on light but when wee see | C |
| Those sparkling balles of ebony | C |
| Distil such heat the gazer straight | B |
| Stands so amazed at the sight | B |
| As when the lightning makes a breach | D |
| Through pitchie clouds can lightning reach | D |
| The marrowe hurting not the skynne | C |
| Your eyes to me the same have byn | C |
| Can jett invite the loving strawe | E |
| With secrett fire so those can draw | F |
| And can where ere they glance a dart | B |
| Make stubble of the strongest hart | B |
| Oft when I looke I may descry | F |
| A little face peep through your eye | A |
| Sure 'tis the boy who wisely chose | G |
| His throne among such rayes as those | G |
| Which if his quiver chance to fail | H |
| May serve for darts to kill withal | H |
| If to such powerful shafts I yeild | B |
| If with so many wounds I bleed | B |
| Think me noe coward though I lye | A |
| Thus prostrate with your charming eye | A |
| Did I say but your eye I sweare | F |
| Death's in your beauty everywhere | F |
| Your waxen hands when I recall | H |
| Your lily breasts their melting vale | H |
| Your damaske cheeks your lilly skynne | C |
| Your corral lipp and dainty chynne | C |
| Your shining locks and amber breath | I |
| All pleasing instruments of death | I |
| Your eye may spare itselfe mine owne | C |
| When all your parts are duly knowne | C |
| From any part may fetch a dart | B |
| To wound itselfe Kill not my hart | B |
| By saying that I will dispise | G |
| The parentage from which you rise | G |
| I know it well and likewise knowe | E |
| That I my myselfe my breath doe owe | E |
| To Woolsey's roofe and can it bee | C |
| I should disdayne your pedigree | C |
| Or is your Sire a butcher found | B |
| The fitter you to make a wound | B |
| Wound mee againe and more and more | F |
| So you againe will mee restore | F |
| But if resemblance tell the father | F |
| I think hee was an Angell rather | F |
William Strode
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