Author: William Strode

Tyme’s picture here invites your eyes, See with how running wheeles it flyes! These strings can do what no man […]

What is our life? a play of passion; Our mirth the musick of division: Our mother’s wombes the tyring houses […]

One pitt containes him now that could not dye Before a thousand pitts in him did lye; Soe many spotts […]

Renowned Champion full of wrestling Art, And made for victory in every part, Whose active Limbes, oyl’d Tongue, and vertuous […]

Love is a game at tables where the dye Of mayds affections doth by fancie fly: If once you catch […]

Could any shewe where Plynyes people dwell Whose head stands in their breast; who cannot tell A smoothing lye because […]

Looke how the russet morne exceeds the night, How sleekest Jett yields to the di’monds light, So farr the glory […]

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What mystery was this; that I should finde My blood in kissing you to stay behinde? ‘Twas not for want […]

In your sterne beauty I can see Whatere in Aetna wonders bee; If coales out of the topp doe flye […]