Detail View: LUNA: Folger Manuscript Transcriptions Collection: A book of verses collected by me, R. Dungarvan [manuscript].

Digital Image File Name: 
142160
Source Call Number: 
V.a.125
Source Title: 
A book of verses collected by me, R. Dungarvan [manuscript].
Image Details: 
Part I. When reading Part I, Part II is inverted and reversed.
Source Creator: 
Burlington, Richard Boyle, Earl of, 1612-1698, compiler.
Source Created or Published: 
ca. 1630
Physical Description: 
folio 7 verso || folio 8 recto
Digital Image Type: 
FSL collection
Hamnet Catalog Link: 
http://hamnet.folger.edu/cgi-bin/Pwebrecon.cgi?BBID=229445
Transcription: 
On a fountaine . Theise Dolphins twisting each on others Side For ioy leap't vp, & gazeing there abide, And whereas other waters fish doe bring Heere from the fishes doth the water Spring. Who thinke it is more glorious to giue, Then to receiue the ieuyce whereby they liue. And by this milke white bason learne you may That pure hands you should bring or beare away. For which the bason wants noe furniture Each Dolphin waiting makes his mouth an Ewre. Your welcome then you well may vnderstand When fish themselues giue water for your hand. W illiam S trode On a register of a Bible . I your memories recorder Keepe my charge in watchfull order My strings deuide the word aright Pressing the text both day & night. And what the hand of God hath writ, Behold my fingers point point to it. How can S t Peter with his keyes, Vnloeke heauen gate so soone as these W.S. 8. Verses upon a faire ladyes booke of pictures . My eyes were once blest with the Sight Of your faire pictures, drawne Soe bright, And shap't with soe much skill that I Led by the pleasure of my eye, Had not my reason taught mee Sence, Had allmost gone a louer thence. There did I see Such Sprightly dames Whoose Lookes would kindle youthfull flames In men of fourescore; & giue fire Again to their decay'd desire. One dame set out soe well there was As you had drawn her by a glass. A curious peece in which your art Outwent it self; for euery part Had from your hand receiu'd such grace That every limbe did like the face Invite delight, & court the eye With Such a tempting brauery That t'was a hard thing to expresse Which shewed most Skill shee or her dress. Her feathers on her head was wrought Soe well, that twas not drawn but bought. And sure t'were noe mistake to prooue, If gently breath'd vpon twould mooue. Her
Credit: 
Transcriptions made by Shakespeare's World volunteers (shakespearesworld.org), participants in EMROC classes and transcribathons (emroc.hypotheses.org), participants in Folger paleography classes and transcribathons, and Folger docents.