William Strode
Consolatorium, Ad Parentes by William Strode

Consolatorium, Ad Parentes by William Strode

Lett her parents then confesseThat they beleeve her happinesse,Which now they question. Thinke as youLent her the world, Heaven lent her you:And is it just then to complayneWhen ...

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A Lover To His Mistress by William Strode

A Lover To His Mistress by William Strode

Ile tell you how the Rose did first grow redde,And whence the Lilly whitenesse borrowed:You blusht, and then the Rose with redde was dight:The Lillies kissde your hands, and so ...

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Keepe On Your Maske And Hide Your Eye by William Strode

Keepe On Your Maske And Hide Your Eye by William Strode

Keepe on your maske, and hide your eye,For with beholding you I dye:Your fatall beauty, Gorgon-like,Dead with astonishment will strike;Your piercing eyes if them I seeAre worse ...

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A Paralell Between Bowling And Preferment by William Strode

A Paralell Between Bowling And Preferment by William Strode

Preferment, like a Game at bowles,To feede our hope with diverse playHeer quick it runnes, there soft it rowles:The Betters make and shew the way.As upper ground, so great ...

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An Epitaph On Mr. Fishborne The Great London Benefactor, And His Executor by William Strode

An Epitaph On Mr. Fishborne The Great London Benefactor, And His Executor by William Strode

What are thy gaines, O death, if one man lyStretch'd in a bed of clay, whose charityDoth hereby get occasion to redeemeThousands out of the grave: though cold hee seemeHe keepes ...

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For A Gentleman, Who, Kissinge His Friend At His Departure Left A Signe Of Blood On Her by William Strode

For A Gentleman, Who, Kissinge His Friend At His Departure Left A Signe Of Blood On Her by William Strode

What mystery was this; that I should findeMy blood in kissing you to stay behinde?'Twas not for want of color that requirdeMy blood for paynt: No dye could be desirdeOn that fayre ...

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A Necklace by William Strode

A Necklace by William Strode

These veines are nature's nett,These cords by art are sett.If love himselfe flye here,Love is intangled here.Loe! on my neck this twist I bind,For to hang him that steales my ...

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On The Picture Of Two Dolphins In A Fountayne by William Strode

On The Picture Of Two Dolphins In A Fountayne by William Strode

These dolphins twisting each on either sideFor joy leapt upp, and gazing there abide;And whereas other waters fish doe bring,Here from the fishes doe the waters spring,Who think ...

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In Commendation Of Musick by William Strode

In Commendation Of Musick by William Strode

When whispering straynes doe softly stealeWith creeping passion through the hart,And when at every touch wee feeleOur pulses beate and beare a part; When thredds can make A ...

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Chloris In The Snow by William Strode

Chloris In The Snow by William Strode

I SAW fair Chloris walk alone, When feather'd rain came softly down, As Jove descending from his Tower To court her in a silver shower: The wanton snow flew to her breast, Like ...

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A Translation Of The Nightingale Out Of Strada by William Strode

A Translation Of The Nightingale Out Of Strada by William Strode

Now the declining sun 'gan downwards bendFrom higher heavens, and from his locks did sendA milder flame, when near to Tiber's flowA lutinist allay'd his careful woeWith sounding ...

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On Sir Thomas Savill Dying Of The Small Pox by William Strode

On Sir Thomas Savill Dying Of The Small Pox by William Strode

Take, greedy death, a body here entomdThat by a thousand stroakes was made one wound,Where all thy shafts were stuck with fatall aymeUntill a quiver this thy marke became,Had ...

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A New Year’s Gift by William Strode

A New Year’s Gift by William Strode

We are prevented; you whose Presence isA Publick New-yeares gift, a Common blissTo all that Love or Feare, give no man leaveTo vie a Gift but first he shall receave;Like as the ...

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When Orpheus Sweetly Did Complayne by William Strode

When Orpheus Sweetly Did Complayne by William Strode

When Orpheus sweetly did complayneUpon his lute with heavy strayneHow his Euridice was slayne, The trees to heare Obtayn'd an eare,And after left it off againe.At every stroake ...

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A Watch Sent Home To Mrs. Eliz: King, Wrapt In Theis Verses by William Strode

A Watch Sent Home To Mrs. Eliz: King, Wrapt In Theis Verses by William Strode

Goe and count her better houres;They more happie are than ours.The day that gives her any blisseMake it as long againe as tis:The houre shee smiles in lett it beeBy thy art ...

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On Chloris Standing By The Fire by William Strode

On Chloris Standing By The Fire by William Strode

Faire Chloris, standing by the Fire,An amorous coale with hot desireLeapt on her breast, but could not meltThe chaste snow there--which when it feltFor shame it blusht; and then ...

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A Purse-String by William Strode

A Purse-String by William Strode

We hugg, imprison, hang, and save,This foe, this friend, our Lord, our slave.While thus I hang, you threatned seeThe fate of him that stealeth mee.

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Her Epitaph by William Strode

Her Epitaph by William Strode

Happy Grave, thou dost enshrineThat which makes thee a rich mine:Remember yet, 'tis but a loane;And wee must have it back, Her owne,The very same; Marke mee, the same:Thou canst ...

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An Epitaph On Sr John Walter, Lord Cheife Baron by William Strode

An Epitaph On Sr John Walter, Lord Cheife Baron by William Strode

Farewell Example, Living Rule farewell;Whose practise shew'd goodness was possible,Who reach'd the full outstretch'd perfectionOf Man, of Lawyer, and of Christian.Suppose a Man ...

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On Gray Eyes by William Strode

On Gray Eyes by William Strode

Looke how the russet morne exceeds the night,How sleekest Jett yields to the di'monds light,So farr the glory of the gray-bright eyeOut-vyes the black in lovely majesty.A morning ...

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A Strange Gentlewoman Passing By His Window by William Strode

A Strange Gentlewoman Passing By His Window by William Strode

As I out of a casement sentMine eyes as wand'ring as my thought,Upon no certayne object bent,But only what occasion brought,A sight surpriz'd my hart at last,Nor knewe I well what ...

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Opposite To Meloncholly by William Strode

Opposite To Meloncholly by William Strode

Returne my joyes, and hither bringA tongue not made to speake but sing,A jolly spleene, an inward feast,A causelesse laugh without a jest,A face which gladnesse doth anoynt,An arm ...

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To His Sister by William Strode

To His Sister by William Strode

Loving Sister: every lineOf your last letter was so fineWith the best mettle, that the grayneOf Scrivener's pindust were but vayne:The touch of Gold did sure instillSome vertue ...

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A Song On A Sigh by William Strode

A Song On A Sigh by William Strode

O tell mee, tell, thou god of wynde,In all thy cavernes canst thou findeA vapor, fume, a gale or blastLike to a sigh which love doth cast?Can any whirlwynde in thy vaultPlough upp ...

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Anthem For Good Fryday by William Strode

Anthem For Good Fryday by William Strode

See sinfull soul thy Saviours suffering see,His Blessed hands and feet fix't fast to tree:Observe what Rivulets of blood stream forthHis painful pierced side, each drop more ...

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A Superscription On Sir Philip Sidney’s Arcadia, Sent For A Token by William Strode

A Superscription On Sir Philip Sidney’s Arcadia, Sent For A Token by William Strode

Whatever in Philoclea the fairOr the discreet Pamela figur'd are,Change but the name the virtues are your owne,And for a fiction there a truth is knowne:If any service here ...

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A Girdle by William Strode

A Girdle by William Strode

Whene'er the wast makes too much hast,That hast againe makes too much wast.I here stand keeper while 'tis light,'Tis theft to enter when 'tis night.This girdle doth the wast ...

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An Antheme by William Strode

An Antheme by William Strode

O sing a new song to the Lord,Praise in the hight and deeper strayne;Come beare your parts with one accord,Which you in Heaven may sing againe.Yee elders all, and all the ...

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On The Life Of Man by William Strode

On The Life Of Man by William Strode

What is our life? a play of passion;Our mirth the musick of division:Our mother's wombes the tyring houses beeWhere wee are drest for tyme's short comedy:The earth's the stage, ...

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An Eare-Stringe by William Strode

An Eare-Stringe by William Strode

'Tis vayne to add a ring or gemme,Your eare itselfe outpasseth them.When idle words are passing here,I warne and pull you by the eare.This silken chayne stands wayting hereFor ...

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Epitaph On Mr. Bridgeman by William Strode

Epitaph On Mr. Bridgeman by William Strode

One pitt containes him now that could not dyeBefore a thousand pitts in him did lye;Soe many spotts upon his flesh were shewne'Cause on his soule sinne fastned almost none.

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On The Death Of Dr. Lancton President Of Maudlin College by William Strode

On The Death Of Dr. Lancton President Of Maudlin College by William Strode

When men for injuryes unsatisfy'd,For hopes cutt off, for debts not fully payd,For legacies in vain expected, mourneOver theyr owne respects within the urne,Races of tears all ...

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A Watch-String by William Strode

A Watch-String by William Strode

Tyme's picture here invites your eyes,See with how running wheeles it flyes!These strings can do what no man could--The tyme they fast in prison hold.

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The Chimney-Sweeper’s Song by William Strode

The Chimney-Sweeper’s Song by William Strode

Hath Christmas furr'd your Chimneys, Or have the maides neglected,Doe Fire-balls droppe from your Chimney's toppe, The Pidgin is respected,Looke up with feare and horror, O how my ...

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To A Valentine by William Strode

To A Valentine by William Strode

Faire Valentine, since once your welcome handDid cull mee out wrapt in a paper band,Vouchsafe the same hand still, to shew therebyThat Fortune did your will no injury:What though ...

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On Chloris Walking In The Snow by William Strode

On Chloris Walking In The Snow by William Strode

I saw fair Chloris walk alone, Whilst feather'd rain came softly down, And Jove descended from his tower To court her in a silver shower. The wanton snow flew on her ...

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Remembrances Of The Renowned Knight, Sir Rowland Cotton, Of Bellaport In Shropshire, Concerning by William Strode

Remembrances Of The Renowned Knight, Sir Rowland Cotton, Of Bellaport In Shropshire, Concerning by William Strode

Renowned Champion full of wrestling Art,And made for victory in every part,Whose active Limbes, oyl'd Tongue, and vertuous Mind,Subdu'd both Foe and Friend, the Rough and ...

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A Song On The Baths by William Strode

A Song On The Baths by William Strode

What Angel stirrs this happy Well, Some Muse from thence come shew't me,One of those naked Graces tell That Angels are for beauty:The Lame themselves that enter here Come Angels ...

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On The Death Of Mistress Mary Prideaux by William Strode

On The Death Of Mistress Mary Prideaux by William Strode

Weep not because this childe hath dyed so yong,But weepe because yourselves have livde so long:Age is not fild by growth of time, for thenWhat old man lives to see th' estate of ...

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On The Death Of Mr. James Van Otton by William Strode

On The Death Of Mr. James Van Otton by William Strode

The first day of this month the last hath binTo that deare soule. March never did come inSo lyonlike as now: our lives are madeAs fickle as the weather or the shade.March dust ...

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On A Great Hollow Tree by William Strode

On A Great Hollow Tree by William Strode

Preethee stand still awhile, and view this treeRenown'd and honour'd for antiquitieBy all the neighbour twiggs; for such are allThe trees adjoyning, bee they nere so tall,Comparde ...

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A Riddle: On A Kiss by William Strode

A Riddle: On A Kiss by William Strode

What thing is that, nor felt nor seeneTill it bee given? a present for a Queene:A fine conceite to give and take the like:The giver yet is farther for to seeke;The taker doth ...

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On The Death Of Sir Thomas Lea by William Strode

On The Death Of Sir Thomas Lea by William Strode

You that affright with lamentable notesThe servants from their beef, whose hungry throatsVex the grume porter's surly conscience:That blesse the mint for coyning lesse than ...

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On The Death Of Sir Rowland Cotton Seconding That Of Sir Robert by William Strode

On The Death Of Sir Rowland Cotton Seconding That Of Sir Robert by William Strode

More Cottons yet? O let not envious FateAttempt the Ruine of our growing State.O had it spar'd Sir Rowland, then might weeHave almost spar'd Sir Robert's Library.His Life and th' ...

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To His Mistresse by William Strode

To His Mistresse by William Strode

In your sterne beauty I can seeWhatere in Aetna wonders bee;If coales out of the topp doe flyeHott flames doe gush out of your eye;If frost lye on the ground beloweYour breast is ...

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Melancholly by William Strode

Melancholly by William Strode

Hence, hence, all you vaine delights,As short as are the nightsWherein you spend your folly:Ther's nought in this life sweete,If men were wise to see'teBut only Melancholly: O ...

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On Westwell Downes by William Strode

On Westwell Downes by William Strode

When Westwell Downes I gan to tread,Where cleanely wynds the greene did sweepe,Methought a landskipp there was spread,Here a bush and there a sheepe: The pleated wrinkles of the ...

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On A Gentlewoman That Sung And Play’D Upon A Lute by William Strode

On A Gentlewoman That Sung And Play’D Upon A Lute by William Strode

Be silent you still musique of the Sphears,And every sense make haste to be all ears,And give devout attention to her aires,To which the Gods doe listen as to prayersOf pious ...

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Posies Bracelets by William Strode

Posies Bracelets by William Strode

This keepes my handsFrom Cupid's bands.Goe, keepe that handFrom Hymen's band.Silke though thou beeMore soft is heesheeThat weareth thee.Vouchsafe my prisoners thus to ...

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On A Friends Absence by William Strode

On A Friends Absence by William Strode

Come, come, I faint: thy heavy stayDoubles each houre of the day:The winged hast of nimble loveMakes aged Time not seeme to move: Did not the light, And then the night Instruct my ...

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