A Beauty smoother than the Ivory playne <br />Late by the Poxe injuriously was slayne: <br />Twas not the Poxe: Love shott a thousand darts, <br />And made those pitts for graves to bury hearts: <br />But since that Beauty hath regaynde her light, <br />Those hearts are double slayne, it shines so bright.<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-gentlewoman-that-had-had-the-small-poxe/
