We hugg, imprison, hang, and save,
This foe, this friend, our Lord, our slave.
While thus I hang, you threatned see
The fate of him that stealeth mee.
A Purse-string
William Strode
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Poem topics: fate, friend, save, slave, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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