Author: William Strode

When Westwell Downes I gan to tread, Where cleanely wynds the greene did sweepe, Methought a landskipp there was spread, […]

Stay lusty blood! where canst thou seeke So blest a seat as in her cheeke? How dar’st thou from her […]

‘Tis vayne to add a ring or gemme, Your eare itselfe outpasseth them. When idle words are passing here, I […]

I hold as fayth What Rome’s Church sayth Where the King’s head, That flock’s misled Where th’ Altar’s drest That […]

I know no paynt of poetry Can mend such colourd Imag’ry In sullen inke: yet Fayrford, I May relish thy […]

As I out of a casement sent Mine eyes as wand’ring as my thought, Upon no certayne object bent, But […]

Though after Death, Thanks lessen into Praise, And Worthies be not crown’d with gold, but bayes; Shall we not thank? […]

I saw fair Chloris walk alone, Whilst feather’d rain came softly down, And Jove descended from his tower To court […]

When men for injuryes unsatisfy’d, For hopes cutt off, for debts not fully payd, For legacies in vain expected, mourne […]

Keepe on your maske and hide your eye For in beholding you I dye. Your fatall beauty Gorgon-like Dead with […]

Whatever in Philoclea the fair Or the discreet Pamela figur’d are, Change but the name the virtues are your owne, […]

There is a thing that nothing is, A foolish wanton, sober wise; It hath noe wings, noe eyes, noe eares, […]

Keepe on your maske, and hide your eye, For with beholding you I dye: Your fatall beauty, Gorgon-like, Dead with […]

Come, come, I faint: thy heavy stay Doubles each houre of the day: The winged hast of nimble love Makes […]

Great Lady, Humble partners of like griefe In bringing Comfort may deserve beliefe, Because they Feele and Feyne not: Thus […]

Is Death so cunning now that all her blowe Aymes at the heade? Doth now her wary Bowe Make surer […]

Goe and count her better houres; They more happie are than ours. The day that gives her any blisse Make […]

Hide not that sprouting lipp, nor kill The juicy bloome with bashfull skill: Know it is an amorous dewe That […]

You that affright with lamentable notes The servants from their beef, whose hungry throats Vex the grume porter’s surly conscience: […]

Farewell Example, Living Rule farewell; Whose practise shew’d goodness was possible, Who reach’d the full outstretch’d perfection Of Man, of […]