The Sheriffe of Oxford late is grown so wise
As to repreive his Beere till next assize:
Alas! twas not so quick, twas not so heady,
The Jury sate and found it dead already.
More verses by William Strode
- The Chimney-Sweeper's Song
- To A Valentine
- On A Great Hollow Tree
- On The Death Of Mistress Mary Prideaux
- On Chloris Walking In The Snow