On A Gentlewoman That Had Had The Small Poxe Poem by William Strode

On A Gentlewoman That Had Had The Small Poxe

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A Beauty smoother than the Ivory playne
Late by the Poxe injuriously was slayne:
Twas not the Poxe: Love shott a thousand darts,
And made those pitts for graves to bury hearts:
But since that Beauty hath regaynde her light,
Those hearts are double slayne, it shines so bright.

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