William Strode

(1602 - 1644 / England)

On A Gentlewoman That Had Had The Small Poxe - Poem by William Strode

A Beauty smoother than the Ivory playne
Late by the Poxe injuriously was slayne:
Twas not the Poxe: Love shott a thousand darts,
And made those pitts for graves to bury hearts:
But since that Beauty hath regaynde her light,
Those hearts are double slayne, it shines so bright.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 9, 2011



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