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 May 18, 2024.
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Page 68
Directing you which way to move,
When it did others blind:
And you might alwaies undescri'd
have walkt from place to place;
Had you not turn'd the shining side
backwards upon your face:
So since not want of light in me,
but that ill govern'd light;
Both made your self unapt to see,
And taught the blinde their sight:
Henceforth I'le close the Lanthorn quite,
To expiate that sin;
And seem without as dark as night,
though bright as day within.
Mark how you Eddie steales a way,
From the rude stream into the Bay:
There lockt up safe, she doth divorce
Her waters from the Channels course,
And scorns the torrent that did bring
Her head-long from her native spring.
Now doth she with her new Love play,
Whilst he runs murmuring away.
Mark how she courts the banks, whilst they
As amorously their armes display
T' embrace, and clip her silver waves;
See how she strokes their sides, and craves
An entrance there, which they deny;
Whereat she frowns, threatning to fly
Home to her stream, and 'gins to swim
Backward, but from the Channells brim
Page 69
Smiling returns into the Creek,
With thousand dimples on her cheek.
Be thou this Eddie, and I'le make
My brest thy shore, where thou shalt take
Secure repose, and never dream
Of the quite forsaken stream;
Let him to the wyld Ocean haste,
There loose his Colour, name, and taste:
Thou shalt save all, and safe from him
Within these armes for ever swim.