Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

CreationEarth Nature Photos

A Girdle

 Whene'er the wast makes too much hast,
That hast againe makes too much wast.
I here stand keeper while 'tis light, 'Tis theft to enter when 'tis night.
This girdle doth the wast embrace To keepe all others from that place.
This circle here is drawne about To keepe all tempting spiritts out.
Whoe'er the girdle doth undoe Hee quite undoes the owner too

by William Strode
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - A GirdleEmail Poem |
Comment below this ad.

Top William Strode Poems