Treasure Island

William Strode

(1602 - 1644 / England)

A Watch Sent Home To Mrs. Eliz: King, Wrapt In Theis Verses


Goe and count her better houres;
They more happie are than ours.
The day that gives her any blisse
Make it as long againe as tis:
The houre shee smiles in lett it bee
By thy art increas'd to three:
But if shee frowne on thee or mee
Know night is made by her not thee:
Bee swift in such an houre, and soon
Make it night though it bee noone:
Obey her tymes, who is the free
Fayre sun that governes thee and mee

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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