William Strode

(1602 - 1644 / England)

A Necklace - Poem by William Strode

These veines are nature's nett,
These cords by art are sett.

If love himselfe flye here,
Love is intangled here.

Loe! on my neck this twist I bind,
For to hang him that steales my mynde:
Unless hee hang alive in chaynes
I hang and dye in lingring paynes.

Theis threads enjoy a double grace,
Both by the gemme and by the place

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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