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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 | ||