The wanton snow flew to her breast,
Like pretty birds into their nest,
But, overcome with whiteness there,
For grief it thaw'd into a tear:
Thence falling on her garments' hem,
William Strode (1602?-1645), British poet, clergyman. On Chloris Walking in the Snow (l. 5-10). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. ...
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I hold as fayth What Rome's Church sayth Where the King's head, That flock's misled Where th' Altar's drest That People's blest Who shuns the Masse Hee's but an Asse Who Charity preach
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