Faire Chloris, standing by the Fire,
An amorous coale with hot desire
Leapt on her breast, but could not melt
The chaste snow there--which when it felt
For shame it blusht; and then it died
There where resistance did abide,
And lest she should take it unkind
Repentant ashes left behind.
More verses by William Strode
- On The Death Of Dr. Lancton President Of Maudlin College
- When Orpheus Sweetly Did Complayne
- On Gray Eyes
- On Sir Thomas Savill Dying Of The Small Pox
- Opposite To Meloncholly