 | Poems by Robert Gomersall |  |
Epitaphium Concubinæ.
Englished thus.
Who suffer'd Gibeahs Lust, and her Lords knife,Whom not one Suitor would have had to wife;
By many Suitors perishing, here lyes,
A not-one Coarse, and many sacrifice.
O who would trust in formes, that houres impaire,
Vertue's true shape, and onely Goodnesse fayre.
| Poems by Robert Gomersall | |