William Strode

(1602 - 1644 / England)

A Lover To His Mistress - Poem by William Strode

Ile tell you how the Rose did first grow redde,
And whence the Lilly whitenesse borrowed:
You blusht, and then the Rose with redde was dight:
The Lillies kissde your hands, and so came white:
Before that time each Rose had but a stayne,
The Lilly nought but palenesse did containe:
You have the native colour, these the dye;
They flourish only in your livery.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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