A Purse-String Poem by William Strode

A Purse-String

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We hugg, imprison, hang, and save,
This foe, this friend, our Lord, our slave.


While thus I hang, you threatned see
The fate of him that stealeth mee.

Thursday, January 1, 2004
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,friend
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