by William Strode
This keepes my hands
From Cupid's bands.
Goe, keepe that hand
From Hymen's band.
Silke though thou bee
More soft is heeshee
That weareth thee.
Vouchsafe my prisoners thus to bee--
HeeShee's faster bound that sent it thee.
When you putt on this little band
Think then I take you by the hand
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Last updated May 02, 2015