William Strode

(1602 - 1644 / England)

A Riddle: On A Kiss - Poem by William Strode

What thing is that, nor felt nor seene
Till it bee given? a present for a Queene:
A fine conceite to give and take the like:
The giver yet is farther for to seeke;
The taker doth possesse nothing the more,
The giver hee hath nothing lesse in store:
And given once that nature hath it still,
You cannot keepe or leave it if you will:
The workmanshippe is counted very small,
The labour is esteemed naught at all:
But to conclude, this gift is such indeede,
That, if some see't 'twill make theyr hearts to bleede


Comments about A Riddle: On A Kiss by William Strode

  • Adeeb AlfatehAdeeb Alfateh (7/12/2019 1:02:00 AM)

    You cannot keepe or leave it if you will:
    The workmanshippe is counted very small,
    The labour is esteemed naught at all:
    But to conclude, this gift is such indeede,
    That, if some see't 'twill make theyr hearts to bleede

    beautiful poem
    great 10+++++++++++++++++
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  • Ana Monnar (8/3/2007 10:25:00 PM)

    Beautiful and romantic.......... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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