Read the sonnet by Sir Philip Sydney.
VII
When Nature made her chief worke, Stellas eyes,__
In colour blacke why wrapt she beames so bright?__
Would she in beamy blacke, like Painter wise,__
Frame daintiest lustre, mixt of shades and light?__
Or did she else that sober hue devise,__
In obiect best to knitt and strength our sight;__
Least, if no vaile these brave gleames did disguise,__
They, sunlike, should more dazle then delight?__
Or would she her miraculous power show,__
That, whereas blacke seems Beauties contrary,__
She even in black doth make all beauties flow?__
Both so, and thus, she, minding Love should be__
Plac'd ever there, gave him this mourning weede__
To honour all their deaths who for her bleed.__
Identify the correct rhyme scheme.
1-abab ccbb dede dd
2-abcb cbdb dede ee
3-aabb cbcb ddee dd
4-abab abab cdcd ee