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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Page 84

Opporiunity neglected.

YEt was her Beauty as the blushing Rose, And greedy passionate was my desire, And Time, and Place, my reconciled Foes, Did with my wish, and her consent conspire: Why then o're-reachless of my Loves fruition, So eagerly pursu'd with rough intent, So dearly purchast with perform'd condition, Kept I my rude Virginity unspent? Did she not sweetly kiss? and sweetly sing? And sweetly play? and all to move my pleasure? And every dalliance use, and every thing, And shew my sullen Eyes her naked Treasure? All this she did, I wilfully forbore; And why? Because me thought she was an whore.
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