Whene'er the wast makes too much hast, <br />That hast againe makes too much wast. <br /> <br /> <br />I here stand keeper while 'tis light, <br />'Tis theft to enter when 'tis night. <br /> <br /> <br />This girdle doth the wast embrace <br />To keepe all others from that place. <br /> <br /> <br />This circle here is drawne about <br />To keepe all tempting spiritts out. <br /> <br /> <br />Whoe'er the girdle doth undoe <br />Hee quite undoes the owner too<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-girdle/
