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I know no paynt of poetry	A
Can mend such colourd Imag'ry	A
In sullen inke yet Fayrford I	B
May relish thy fayre memory	A
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Such is the Ecchoes faynter sound	C
Such is the light when sunne is drownd	C
So did the fancy looke upon	D
The worke before it was begunne	D
Yet when those shewes are out of sight	C
My weaker colours may delight	C
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Those Images so faythfully	E
Report true feature to the eye	B
As you may thinke each picture was	F
Some visage in a looking glasse	F
Not a glasse window face unlesse	F
Such as Cheapside hath where a presse	F
Of paynted gallants looking out	C
Bedecke the Casement round about	C
But these have holy physnomy	G
Each pane instructs the Laity	C
With silent eloquence for here	A
Devotion leads the eye not eare	A
To note the catechising paynt	C
Whose easy phrase doth so acquaint	C
Our sense with Gospell that the Creede	C
In such a hand the weake may reade	C
Such types even yet of vertue bee	C
And Christ as in a glasse wee see	C
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Behold two turtles in one cage	H
With such a lovely equipage	H
As they who knew them long may doubt	C
Some yong ones have bin stollen out	C
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When with a fishing rodde the clarke	I
Saint Peters draught of fish doth marke	I
Such is the scale the eye the finne	D
Youd thinke they strive and leape within	D
But if the nett which holds them breake	I
Hee with his angle some would take	I
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But would you walke a turne in Pauls	F
Looke uppe one little pane inroules	F
A fayrer temple fling a stone	D
The Church is out o'the windowes throwne	D
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Consider but not aske your eyes	F
And ghosts at midday seeme to rise	F
The Saynts there striving to descend	C
Are past the glasse and downward bend	C
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Looke there The Divell all would cry	A
Did they not see that Christ was by	A
See where he suffers for thee see	F
His body taken from the Tree	F
Had ever death such life before	A
The limber corps besullyd ore	A
With meager palenesse doth display	E
A middle state twixt Flesh and Clay	E
His armes and leggs his head and crowne	D
Like a true Lambskinne dangling downe	D
Who can forbeare the Grave being nigh	A
To bring fresh oyntment in his eye	A
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The wondrous art hath equall fate	C
Unfencd and yet unviolate	C
The Puritans were sure deceivd	C
And thought those shadowes movde and heavde	C
So held from stoning Christ the winde	C
And boystrous tempests were so kinde	C
As on his Image not to prey	E
Whom both the winds and seas obey	E
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At Momus wish bee not amazd	C
For if each Christian heart were glazde	C
With such a window then each breast	C
Might bee his owne Evangelist	C

William Strode

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