Poems by William Strode
When Orpheus Sweetly Did Complayne
... If wood could speake, a tree might heare, ...
With Penne, Inke, And Paper To A Distressed Friend
... His favour, heart, and Soule may steale ...
On Sir Thomas Savill Dying Of The Small Pox
... Whose deaths were equalld with the fruitfull store ...
To His Sister
... Of Scrivener's pindust were but vayne: ...
Kisses
... Pray, since I see (quoth shee) your wrangling vayne, ...
On A Gentlewoman That Had Had The Small Poxe
... Those hearts are double slayne, it shines so bright ...
On A Good Legg And Foot
... Pardon (sweetehart) the pride of my desire ...