Analyze the rhyme scheme of this sonnet. "Death, Be Not Proud" Death, be not proud, though some have called thee __
and dreadful, for thou art not so; __
those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow __
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. __
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, __
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, __
And soonest our best men with thee do go, __
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. __
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, __
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, __
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well __
And better than thy stroke; why swell's" thou then? __
One short sleep past, we wake eternally __
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. __