Poems by William Strode
A Strange Gentlewoman Passing By His Window
... Thus children spend theyr wayward cryes, ...
A Superscription On Sir Philip Sidney's Arcadia, Sent For A Token
... Within these leaves: may you be pleas'd to know ...
A Translation Of The Nightingale Out Of Strada
... Both flatt and sharpe hee strikes, and stately grows ...
A Watch-String
... These strings can do what no man could-- ...
An Antheme
... Have borrowed breath to praise our king, ...
An Eare-Stringe
... Here silken twynes, there locks you see-- ...
An Epitaph On Mr. Fishborne The Great London Benefactor, And His Executor
... All mankind Beget them heyres, heyres by theyr freinds resign'd ...
An Epitaph On Sr John Walter, Lord Cheife Baron
... 'Twas He. To this Good Man, Judge, Christian, now is given ...
Anthem For Good Fryday
... That caus'd thee thus, my Lord, my Christ, to dye ...
Chloris in the Snow
... Thence falling on her garments' hem, ...
Consolatorium, Ad Parentes
... Thinke as you Lent her the world, Heaven lent her you: ...
Epitaph On Mr. Bridgeman
... 'Cause on his soule sinne fastned almost none ...
For A Gentleman, Who, Kissinge His Friend At His Departure Left A Signe Of Blood On Her
... Shew'd it in blood: which yet doth more complayne ...
Her Epitaph
... Noe deceite Can suite another to it: none ...
Jacke-On-Both-Sides
... 'Tis heresy What England's Church allows ...
