Denys hath merited no slender praise,
In that She well supplied the Formers daies.
Conceive how Good she was, whose very worst
Unto her Knight was This, that She dyed First.
More verses by William Strode
- Keepe On Your Maske (Version For His Mistress)
- On His Lady Marie
- Love Compared To A Game Of Tables
- On The Death Of The Right Honourable The Lord Viscount Bayning
- On John Dawson, Butler Of C.C.