William Strode

(1602 - 1644 / England)

On A Register For A Bible - Poem by William Strode

I am the faythfull deputy
Unto your fading memory.
Your Index long in search doth hold;
Your folded wrinkles make books olde:
But I the Scripture open plaine,
And what you heard soone teach againe:
By mee the Welchman well may bring
Himselfe to Heaven in a string.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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