Analysis of Sonnet 59: Dear, Why Make You More
Sir Philip Sidney 1554 (Penshurst, Kent) – 1586 (Zutphen)
Dear, why make you more of a dog than me?
If he do love, I burn, I burn in love;
If he wait well, I never thence would move;
If he be fair, yet but a dog can be.
Little he is, so little worth is he;
He barks, my songs thine own voice oft doth prove:
Bidden perhaps he fetcheth thee a glove,
But I unbid, fetch ev'n my soul to thee.
Yet while I languish, him that bosom clips,
That lap doth lap, nay lets in spite of spite
This sour-breath'd mate taste of those sugar'd lips.
Alas, if you grant only such delight
To witless thngs, then Love I hope (since wit
Becomes a clog) will soon ease me of it.
Scheme | ABCA ACBA DED EFF |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111110111 1111111101 1111110111 1111110111 1011110111 1111111111 100111101 1111111111 1111011101 1111110111 11011111101 0111110101 1101111111 0101111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 604 |
Words | 126 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 3, 3 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 112 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 31 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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