Analysis of Lady, your words do spite me
John Wilbye 1574 (Diss) – 1638 (Colchester)
Lady, your words do spite me,
Yet your sweet lips, so soft, kiss and delight me,
Your deeds my heart surcharg'd with overjoying,
Your taunts my life destroying.
Since both have force to spill me,
let kisses sweet, Sweet, kill me.
Knights fight with swords and lances,
Fight you with smiling glances,
So, like swans of Leander,
My ghost from hence shall wander,
singing and dying.
| Scheme | AABBAACCDDB |
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| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1011111 11111110011 1111111 1111010 1111111 1101111 111101 1111010 1111010 1111110 10010 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 377 |
| Words | 68 |
| Sentences | 4 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 11 |
| Lines Amount | 11 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 296 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 66 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 27, 2023
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