Faire Valentine, since once your welcome hand <br />Did cull mee out wrapt in a paper band, <br />Vouchsafe the same hand still, to shew thereby <br />That Fortune did your will no injury: <br />What though a knife I give, your beauty's charme <br />Will keepe the edge from doing any harme: <br />Wool deads the sternest blade; and will not such <br />A weake edge turne, meeting a softer touch?<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-valentine/
