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.
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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.
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Herbert, William, Sir, 1507-1570.
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London :: Printed by Matthew Inman, and are to be sold by James Magnes, in Russel-street, near the Piazza, in Covent-Garden,
1660.
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"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." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A90377.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 17, 2024.
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P. A Paradox, that Beauty lyes not in Womens faces, but in their Lovers Eyes.
WHy should thy look requite so illall other Eyes,Making them Pris'ners to thy will,Where alone thy Beauty lyes:When men's Eyes first look't upon thee,They bestowed thy Beauty on thee.
When thy Colours first were seenBy judging sight,Had men's Eyes prais'd Black or Green,Then thy Face had not been Bright:He that lov'd thee, then would findThee as little fair as kind.
If all others had been blind,Fair had not been;None thy Red and White could findFleeting, if thou wert unseen.To touch white Skins is not Divine,Ethiops Lips are soft as thine.
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