Tyme's picture here invites your eyes,
See with how running wheeles it flyes!
These strings can do what no man could--
The tyme they fast in prison hold.
More verses by William Strode
- Epitaph On Mr. Bridgeman
- A Watch Sent Home To Mrs. Eliz: King, Wrapt In Theis Verses
- An Epitaph On Sr John Walter, Lord Cheife Baron
- A Purse-String
- Consolatorium, Ad Parentes