William Strode

(1602 - 1644 / England)

Quotations

  • ''The wanton snow flew to her breast,
    Like pretty birds into their nest,
    But, overcome with whiteness there,
    For grief it thaw'd into a tear:
    Thence falling on her garments' hem,
    To deck her, froze into a gem.''
    William Strode (1602?-1645), British poet, clergyman. On Chloris Walking in the Snow (l. 5-10). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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A Song On The Baths

What Angel stirrs this happy Well,
Some Muse from thence come shew't me,
One of those naked Graces tell
That Angels are for beauty:
The Lame themselves that enter here
Come Angels out againe,
And Bodies turne to Soules all cleere,
All made for joy, noe payne.

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