A New Year’s Gift (William Strode Poems)
We are prevented; you whose Presence is A Publick New-yeares gift, a Common bliss To all that Love or Feare, ...
We are prevented; you whose Presence is A Publick New-yeares gift, a Common bliss To all that Love or Feare, ...
What thing is that, nor felt nor seene Till it bee given? a present for a Queene: A fine conceite ...
What are thy gaines, O death, if one man ly Stretch'd in a bed of clay, whose charity Doth hereby ...
Lett her parents then confesse That they beleeve her happinesse, Which now they question. Thinke as you Lent her the ...
Though Death to good men be the greatest boone, I dare not think this Lady dyde so soone. She should ...
Though after Death, Thanks lessen into Praise, And Worthies be not crown'd with gold, but bayes; Shall we not thank? ...
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