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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An Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke.

VNderneath this sable Herse, Lyes the subject of all Verse; Syany's Sister, Pembroke's Mother: Death, ere thou hast kill'd another, Learned, fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee. Marble Giles let no man raise To her Name for after-dayes; Some kind woman born as she, Reading this (like Niobe) Shall turn Marble, and become Both her Mourner, and her Tomb.
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