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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

to harbor wo Where Owls and Ravens horrid cries Shall Eccho forth my miseries My meat shall be of troubled cares My drink shall be of brinish tears My house shall be of the dark Cell Where no house is there will I dwell The hardest rock shall be my bed Whereon to rest my troubled head In stead of man's society Wild beasts shall keep me company I will converse without all fear With Lyon Tiger Woolf or Bear No Musick but their roaring cries Each night shall close my wretched eies Death's living Tomb thus will I be And living dye continually To Birds and VVorms I 'le it expose That on my body when I dye They may engrave this Elegie No solemn burial will I crave My Cell shall be my Tomb and Grave And ere I breath my last thereon I 'le write this sad Inscription Here lies inclosed in this Tomb He that indur'd Loves Martyrdom Amintas P. CLoris sate and sitting slept Sleeping sighed and sighing wept Sate slept and sigh'd wept again For Ami t as that was slain Oh! had you seen his face said she How fair how full of Majesty And there she stopt And there she cry'd Amintas Amintas And so she dy'd Sonnet P. GO Soul the Bodies Guest Upon a thankless Errand Fear not to teach the best The truth shall be thy warrant Go since thou must needs dye And tell them all they lye Say to the Court it glows and shines like rotten wood Say to the Church it shows what 's good but doth not good If Court and Church reply Then give them all the lye Tell Protestants they live acting but others actions Not lov'd unless they give not strong but by their factions It Protestants reply Give Protestants the lye Tell men of high Condition that rule affairs of State Their purpose is ambition their practice onely hate And if they once reply Then give them all the lye Tell Wit it wants Devotion tell Love it is bur Lust Tell time it is but motion tell Flesh it is but Dust And wish them not reply For thou must give the lye Tell those that brave it most They beg for more by spending And in their greatest cost seek nothing but commending And if they once reply Then give them all the lye Tell Age it daily wasteth tell Honour how it alters Tell Beauty how she blasteth tell favour that she falters And as they do reply Give every one the lye Tell Wit how it wrangles in tricks and points of niceness Tell Wisdom she entangles her self in others wiseness And as they do reply So give them all the lye Tell Physick of her boldness tell Skill it is perversion Tell Charity of her coldness tell Law it is contention And if they do reply Then give them all the lye Tell Fortune of her blindness tell Nature of decay Tell Friendship of unkindness tell Justice of delay And if they do reply Then give them all the lye P. On a Fountain THE Dolphins trifling each on others side For joy lept up and gazing there abide And whereas other Waters fish do bring Lo here from Fishes do the Waters spring Who think 't is more glorious to give Then to receive the Juice by which they live And by this Milk-white Bason learn they may That pure hands you should bring or bear away For which each Bason wants no Furniture Each Dolphin wailing makes his Mouth an Ewre You 're welcome then you well may understand When Fish themselves give Water to your hand To a Friend P. LIke to a hand which hath been us'd to play One Lesson long still runs the usual way And waits not what the Hearers bids it strike But doth presume by Custom this will like So run my thoughts which are so perfect grown So well acquainted with my passion That now they dare prevent me with their hast And ere I think to sigh my sigh is past 'T is past and flown to you for you alone Are all the Objects that I think upon And did not you supply my soul with thought For want of action they would muse of nought What though our absent hands may not infold Real ●mbraces yet we firmly hold Each other in Possession thus we see The Lord enjoys his Lands where'ere be If Kings possest no more then where they sate How were theirs greater then a mean Estate This makes me firmly yours you firmly mine That something more then bodies us combine P. On his Mistress KEep on your Mask and hide your Eye For with beholding you I dye Your fatal Beauty Gorgon-like Dead with astonishment will strike Your piercing Eyes if them I see Are worse then Basilisks to me Shut from my sight those Hills of Snow Their melting Vallies do not show Those Azure pathes lead to despair O! vex me not forbear forbear For whilst I thus in torments dwell The sight of Heav'n is worse then Hell Your dainty Voice and warbling-breath Sounds like a Sentence past for death Your dandling Tresses are become Like Instruments of Final Doom O! if an Angel torture so When Life is done where shall I go P. In praise of his Mistris IRONICE MY Mistris hath a precious Eye But that alas it looks awry And like the Silver is her Hair But it is Nitty every where And for a Brow as black as Jet But it is greasie all with swet As for her Nose O dainty Bill But it is ever dropping still And for her Lips both fair smooth But slavers like a Landress Booth And not a Tooth within her head But like a Pearl unpolished As for her Tongue without compare It never talks but out of square And for her Chin O pretty chap But that it hath a woolly Nap As for her Neck both fair and white But carries not the head aright And for her Brests both full and soft But that it hath been milcht too oft As for her belly and her back Acquainted how to bear a pack And for the best that is untold Alas it hath been bought and sold As for her Thighs good flesh and fat But rough and furred like a Cat And for her Feet and for her Toes If that you do not stop your Nose The scent will teach your patience She is all sweet Sir-reverence Translated out of FRENCH LOVE the great Workman a new World hath made The Earth's my Faith wth steddy firmness Crown'd The Earth's of the Universe for Centre laid So is my Faith of this fair World the Ground If any motion of a jealous War Shakes my heart's Faith and lead it into error 'T is as when Winds that in the Earth pris'ned are Make Earthquakes that affect the earth with terror My tears are th' Ocean for to draw them dry Were no less work then to suck up the Sea The storms that raise these billows in mine eye Are dear the fears of you not loving me The Sea is salt although his Waters be Assembled Rivers first and sweet enough Much Salter are my tears