Stay lusty blood! where canst thou seeke
So blest a seat as in her cheeke?
How dar'st thou from her face retire
Whose beauty doth command desire?
But if thou wilt not stay, then flowe
Downe to her panting pappes belowe:
There take thou glory to distayne
With azure blewe each swelling veyne,
From thence run boyling through each part
Till thou hast warm'd her frozen hart,
Which, if from love thou find'st entire,
O martyr it with gentle fire.
More verses by William Strode
- With Penne, Inke, And Paper To A Distressed Friend
- On The Death Of A Twin
- On The Yong Baronett Portman Dying Of An Impostume In's Head
- On A Register For A Bible
- On His Lady Denys