One pitt containes him now that could not dye
Before a thousand pitts in him did lye;
Soe many spotts upon his flesh were shewne
'Cause on his soule sinne fastned almost none.
More verses by William Strode
- 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
- Keepe On Your Maske And Hide Your Eye