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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A90377	Poems written by the Right Honorable William earl of Pembroke, lord steward of his Majesties houshold. Whereof many of which are answered by way of repartee, by Sr Benjamin Ruddier, knight. With several distinct poems, written by them occasionally, and apart.	Herbert, William, Sir, 1507-1570.; Rudyerd, Benjamin, Sir, 1572-1658.	1660 (1660)	Wing P1128; Thomason E1924_3; ESTC R209979	37,130	127

POEMS Written by the RIGHT HONORABLE WILLIAM EARL OF PEMBROKE Lord Steward of his Majesties Houshold WHEREOF Many of which are answered by way of Repartee BY Sr BENJAMIN RVDDIER KNIGHT With several Distinct POEMS Written by them Occasionally and Apart LONDON Printed by Matthew Inman and are to be sold by James Magnes in Russel-street near the Piazza in Covent-Garden 1660. To the Right Honorable CRISTIANA COUNTESS of DEVONSHIRE DOWAGER MADAM IT will be no small addition to all your great Titles and other Excellencies that you have been so careful to preserve now command to be published these elegant Poems Neither could your Ladiship have employed one that would have more willingly obeyed your Commands I having been obliged to that Honorable Family not only by descent but am by many favours now bound to that Person who is Heir to all their Virtues as well as Fortunes The Church that covers his sacred ashes must submit to time and at last lye buried with him But this Monument that your Ladiship hath erected to his memory will out-last the Calculation of all Astrologers who though they could foretell the time that he should leave us could set no Date to the Fame that he should leave behind him which though it have lain aslecp in all this noise of Drums and Trumpets when all the Muses seemed to be fled and to have left nothing behind them but a few lame Iambicks canting at the corners of our desolate streets yet they are now content to be awakened by your Ladiships command under your Patronage to come abroad and meet and salute that peace that gave them their first being and to tell the World that what-ever was excellently said to any Lady in all these Poems was meant of you and that the Poet himself being inspired by your Ladiship you only that are extracted from an ancient and Royal Family have the Right and power to give life and perpetuity to so noble a person MADAM Your most humble and obedient Servant JOHN DONNE TO THE READER IN the collecting of these Poemes which were chiefly preserved by the greatest Masters of Musick all the Sonnets being set by them I was fain first to send to Mr. Henry Laws who furnishing me with some directed me for the rest to send into Germany to Mr. Laneere who by his great skill gave a life and harmony to all that he set so that if by their wandering some be surreptitiously got into their company or if the Author leaving no other issue but these of his brain some of these Nymphs seem a little more wanton then the rest of which there are but two or three Copies can be suspected they desire that they may not make their retreat untill the next Impression and then you will find many more ready to supply their room which were not come unto my hands when I published these EARLE OF PEMBROKE Lord Steward SONNET CAn you suspect a change in me And value your own constancy O! no you found that doubt in your own heart Where Love his images but kiss'd Not grav'd fearing that dainty flesh would smart And so his painful Sculpture would refist But wrought in mine without remorse Till he of it thy perfect Statue made As full of sweetness as of force Onely unkindness may the work invade And so it may defac'd remain But never can another form retain While we dispute our liberty I have lost mine And which is worse incline To love that slavery Not the great Charter nor King's-Bench can free Me from the Chain wherein my thoughts she tied For our dull Earth what care is had we see Yet easily let our mind Into more thraldom slide O that she were but kind To give for that a pledge There were my Law and there my Priviledge Dear can you take my soul from me And yet have no belief That I have grief Oh did your fair eies ever see Without a painful force That sad divorce The Soul and Body love like me Not you the Evening kind The morning of another mind And every several hour Slack and increase that power They are by Love made perfect One No less then Death makes them become Alone When the resistless flames of my desire Make Aetna of my heart And I enrag'd impart The torments unto you and press For pity in this violent distress You sing think I feign this fire Because one frown of yours can all controul Wrong not my pains you are the true Higher part of my soul The lower tyrant is to me and slave to you Why do you give me leave to sip And pull the cup from my so thirsty lip Before I drink Desire hath left my heart to think And is dispers'd in every outward part My hands lips eies That all restraint despise While it was in my heart It did your will in chains of slavish fears But these have all no ears P. IF her disdain least change in you can move you do not love For while your hopes give fuel to your fire you sell desire Love is not love but given free And so is mine so should yours be Her heart that melts to hear of others mone to mine is stone And eyes that weep a strangers hurt to see joy to wound me Yet I so much affect each part As caus'd by them I love my smart Think her unkindness justly must be grac'd with Name of chaste And that the frowns least longing should exceed and raging preed So can her rigour ne're offend Except self-love seek private end 'T is Love breeds Love in me and cold disdain kills it again As water maketh fire to fret and fume till all consume None can of Love more free gift make Then to Loves self for Loves own sake I 'le never digg in Quarry of an heart to have nor part Nor roast in those fierce eyes which alwayes are Canicular VVho this way would a Lover prove Doth shew his patience not his love A frown may be sometimes for Physick good but not for food And for that raging humour there is sure a gentler cure VVhy bar you Love of private end VVhich never should to publick tend P. I. DIsdain me still that I may ever love For who his love enjoyes can love no more The War once past with Peace men Cowards prove And ships return'd do rot upon the shore Then though thou frown I 'le say thou art most fair And still I 'le love though still I must despair II. As heat's to life so is desire to love For these once quench'd both life love are don Let not my sighs nor tears thy Virtue move Like basest Mettle do not melt too soon Laught at my woes although I ever mourn Love surfeits with reward his Nurse is scorn Shall Love that gave Latona's heir the foyle Proud of his Archery and Pythons spoyle And so enthral'd him to a Nymphs disdain As when his hopes were dead he full of pain Made him above all trees the