"A Necklace" by William Strode

These veines are nature's nett,

These cords by art are sett.

If love himselfe flye here,

Love is intangled here.

Loe! on my neck this twist I bind,

For to hang him that steales my mynde:

Unless hee hang alive in chaynes

I hang and dye in lingring paynes.

Theis threads enjoy a double grace,

Both by the gemme and by the place

... William Strode, English politician

1598-1645

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