TO MY SISTER DOROTHY,A PASTE BROOCH
Time, cunning smith, hath set you in my heartLike stones in silver none may wrest apart;Not counterfeit as these our loves shall stayWhen sullen-footed Time hath paced away.
Time, cunning smith, hath set you in my heartLike stones in silver none may wrest apart;Not counterfeit as these our loves shall stayWhen sullen-footed Time hath paced away.
Time, cunning smith, hath set you in my heartLike stones in silver none may wrest apart;Not counterfeit as these our loves shall stayWhen sullen-footed Time hath paced away.