This keepes my hands
From Cupid’s bands.
Goe, keepe that hand
From Hymen’s band.
Silke though thou bee
More soft is heeshee
That weareth thee.
Vouchsafe my prisoners thus to bee–
HeeShee’s faster bound that sent it thee.
When you putt on this little band
Think then I take you by the hand
(William Strode)
More Poetry from William Strode:
- A Riddle: On A Kiss (William Strode Poems)
- For A Gentleman, Who, Kissinge His Friend At His Departure Left A Signe Of Blood On Her (William Strode Poems)
- On A Gentlewoman's Watch That Wanted A Key (William Strode Poems)
- On The Death Of Dr. Lancton President Of Maudlin College (William Strode Poems)
- The Chimney-Sweeper's Song (William Strode Poems)
- A Song On A Sigh (William Strode Poems)