Author: William Strode

Though Death to good men be the greatest boone, I dare not think this Lady dyde so soone. She should […]

Like to the rowling of an eye, Or like a starre shott from the skye, Or like a hand upon […]

Hence, hence, all you vaine delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly: Ther’s nought in […]

As sinn makes gross the soule and thickens it To fleshy dulness, so the spotless white Of virgin pureness made […]

What Angel stirrs this happy Well, Some Muse from thence come shew’t me, One of those naked Graces tell That […]

Behold this little volume here inrolde: ‘Tis the Almighty’s present to the world: Hearken earth’s earth; each sencelesse thing can […]

See how the Rainbow in the skie Seems gaudy through the Suns bright eye; Harke how an Eccho answere makes, […]

Hath Christmas furr’d your Chimneys, Or have the maides neglected, Doe Fire-balls droppe from your Chimney’s toppe, The Pidgin is […]

O tell mee, tell, thou god of wynde, In all thy cavernes canst thou finde A vapor, fume, a gale […]

The Sheriffe of Oxford late is grown so wise As to repreive his Beere till next assize: Alas! twas not […]

Lett her parents then confesse That they beleeve her happinesse, Which now they question. Thinke as you Lent her the […]

Meerly for man’s death to mourne Were to repine that man was borne. When weake old age doth fall asleepe […]

Returne my joyes, and hither bring A tongue not made to speake but sing, A jolly spleene, an inward feast, […]

I SAW fair Chloris walk alone, When feather’d rain came softly down, As Jove descending from his Tower To court […]

Now the declining sun ‘gan downwards bend From higher heavens, and from his locks did send A milder flame, when […]

See sinfull soul thy Saviours suffering see, His Blessed hands and feet fix’t fast to tree: Observe what Rivulets of […]

Marie, Incarnate Virtue, Soule and Skin Both pure, whom Death not Life convincd of Sin, Had Daughters like seven Pleiades; […]

No marvell if the Sunne’s bright eye Shower downe hott flames; that qualitie Still waytes on light; but when wee […]

Dawson the Butler’s dead: Although I think Poets were ne’er infusde with single drinke Ile spend a farthing muse; some […]

This keepes my hands From Cupid’s bands. Goe, keepe that hand From Hymen’s band. Silke though thou bee More soft […]

O sing a new song to the Lord, Praise in the hight and deeper strayne; Come beare your parts with […]

Preethee stand still awhile, and view this tree Renown’d and honour’d for antiquitie By all the neighbour twiggs; for such […]

Preferment, like a Game at bowles, To feede our hope with diverse play Heer quick it runnes, there soft it […]

A Vulcan and a Venus seldom part. A blacksmith never us’d to filinge art Beyond a lock and key, for […]

Thou pretty heav’n whose great and lesser spheares With constant wheelings measure hours and yeares Soe faithfully that thou couldst […]

The first day of this month the last hath bin To that deare soule. March never did come in So […]

When Orpheus sweetly did complayne Upon his lute with heavy strayne How his Euridice was slayne, The trees to heare […]

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 […]