On Sir Thomas Savill Dying Of The Small Pox
Read 'On Sir Thomas Savill Dying Of The Small Pox' by 'William Strode' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
On Sir Thomas Savill Dying Of The Small Pox by William Strode
Take, greedy death, a body here entomd
That by a thousand stroakes was made one wound,
Where all thy shafts were stuck with fatall ayme
Untill a quiver this thy marke became,
Had C?sar fifty wounds to let in thee
Because a troop of men might seeme to bee
Comprised in that great Spirit, this had more
Whose deaths were equalld with the fruitfull store
Of hopefull vertues, though each wound did reach
The very heart, yet none could make a breach
Into his soule, a soule more fully drest
With vertuous gemmes than was his body prest
With hatefull spotts, and therefore every scarr
When death itselfe is dead shall be a starre.
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