William Strode

(1602 - 1644 / England)

William Strode Poems

1. Love Compared To A Game Of Tables 1/1/2004
2. A Song On The Baths 1/1/2004
3. A Paralell Between Bowling And Preferment 1/1/2004
4. A Purse-String 1/1/2004
5. Her Epitaph 1/1/2004
6. On A Gentlewoman That Sung And Play'D Upon A Lute 1/1/2004
7. On A Gentlewoman's Blistred Lipp 1/1/2004
8. On A Gentlewoman's Watch That Wanted A Key 1/1/2004
9. An Epitaph On Sr John Walter, Lord Cheife Baron 1/1/2004
10. Melancholly 1/1/2004
11. On John Dawson, Butler Of C.C. 1/1/2004
12. On His Lady Denys 1/1/2004
13. On His Lady Marie 1/1/2004
14. On A Dissembler 1/1/2004
15. On The Death Of Dr. Lancton President Of Maudlin College 1/1/2004
16. A Watch Sent Home To Mrs. Eliz: King, Wrapt In Theis Verses 1/1/2004
17. A Watch-String 1/1/2004
18. On Sir Thomas Savill Dying Of The Small Pox 1/1/2004
19. Jacke-On-Both-Sides 1/1/2004
20. To A Gentlewoman For A Friend 1/1/2004
21. To A Valentine 1/1/2004
22. A Strange Gentlewoman Passing By His Window 1/1/2004
23. A Superscription On Sir Philip Sidney's Arcadia, Sent For A Token 1/1/2004
24. On The Death Of Mr. James Van Otton 1/1/2004
25. On The Death Of The Right Honourable The Lord Viscount Bayning 1/1/2004
26. Of Death & Resurrection 1/1/2004
27. On The Bible 1/1/2004
28. On The Death Of Mistress Mary Prideaux 1/1/2004
29. On Jealousy 1/1/2004
30. Remembrances Of The Renowned Knight, Sir Rowland Cotton, Of Bellaport In Shropshire, Concerning 1/1/2004
31. Anthem For Good Fryday 1/1/2004
32. Consolatorium, Ad Parentes 1/1/2004
33. Epitaph On Mr. Bridgeman 1/1/2004
34. On A Register For A Bible 1/1/2004
35. On The Death Of Sir Tho: Peltham 1/1/2004
36. On The Death Of Sir Thomas Lea 1/1/2004
37. To The Right Honourable The Lady Penelope Dowager Of The Late Vis-Count Bayning 1/1/2004
38. Upon The Blush Of A Faire Ladie 1/1/2004
39. With Penne, Inke, And Paper To A Distressed Friend 1/1/2004
40. On A Friends Absence 1/1/2004

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Best Poem of William Strode

A Riddle: On A Kiss

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

Read the full of A Riddle: On A Kiss


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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