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

Digital Image File Name: 
142161
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 8 verso || folio 9 recto
Digital Image Type: 
FSL collection
Hamnet Catalog Link: 
http://hamnet.folger.edu/cgi-bin/Pwebrecon.cgi?BBID=229445
Transcription: 
Her hayre soe cunningly set out That some young gallant meight noe doubt Request a Bracelet or a twist To tye about his amerous wrist. A curious Jewell deck't her eare Enough to make the picture heare. The squares in such true angles putt Nought lack't but one to say 'twas out. Last in her gowne, was shewen such wit Each part soe fancied & made fitt A very Taylor meight mistake And think you first did measure take. I'de sweare we're not the making knowne It were not drawn soe butt put on. The sleeues their linning did betray And through each slash did let in day. Were it not of the fashion, yet That gowne a fashion would beget. Which would soe well bee likt & hould, That noe new weare would make it ould. But when I thinke how rare, how true, Your pen each pictures faces drew, With admiration I must dwell In their suruey & yet not tell (Such beauty to them all you giue) Whether your booke of pictures liue. 9 They surely liue Looke how they smile, And mooue, or doth their shape beguile My easier sense! O noe, I grant To liue they onely language want. And sure their tongues they would enioy, And speake had you not drawn them coy. My thinks t'were easy for that skill That writes such liuely shapes to fill The shadow with a soule. that soe It meight both vnderstand & goe. Keepe claspt your booke and let that guard Deny the m passe, or t'wilbe fear'd They may steale out, & make you looke Their absence in your empty booke. O when you next your pen doe take To coppy out your fancy, make Your owne Sweete forme, or Sister limme. Your Shapes will make the rest looke dimme. And you will find your rarest toyles Can onely draw the rest your foyles. Looke on your selfe and see a face Which neither Rhetorick nor glasse Can flatter. yet o yet take heed When in your looke your face you read Least with soe faire a shade your booke Deceaue.
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.