Analysis of On Jealousy
William Strode 1602 – 1645
There is a thing that nothing is,
A foolish wanton, sober wise;
It hath noe wings, noe eyes, noe eares,
And yet it flies, it sees, it heares;
It lives by losse, it feeds on smart,
It joyes in woe, it liveth not;
Yet evermore this hungry elfe
Doth feed on nothing but itselfe.
|Metre||11011101 01010101 11111111 01111111 11111111 1101111 1101101 1111011|
|Closest metre||Iambic pentameter|
|Letters per line (avg)||26|
|Words per line (avg)||7|
|Letters per stanza (avg)||208|
|Words per stanza (avg)||54|
Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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