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A book of verses collected by me, R. Dungarvan [manuscript].
Part I. When reading Part I, Part II is inverted and reversed.
Burlington, Richard Boyle, Earl of, 1612-1698, compiler.
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folio 10 verso || folio 11 recto
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Here we consum'd a day; & the third morne To Daintie with a land wind wee were borne. It was the market, & the lecture day For Lecturers sell sermons as the lay Doe sheepe & Oxen, haue their seasons iust For both their markets; There wee dranke downe dust In th'interim comes a most officious drudge, His face & goune drawne out with the same budge. His pendant pouche which was both large & wide Looks like a letter pattent by his side. Hee was as awfull as hee had binn sent From Moses with th'eleuenth commaundement. And one of vs he sought a sonn of Flowre Hee must bid stand & challenge for an houre The Doctors both were quitted of this feare, The one was ho a rse the other was not there. Wherefore Whether him of the two hee seased best, Able to answere him of all the rest. Because hee needs but rumenate that ore which hee had chew'd the Sabbath ^day beefore. And though hee was reso [u] lued to doe him right For master Baylyes sake, & Master Wight Ye [t] hee dissembled that the mace did erre That hee nor Deacon was nor minister Hoe page break Hoe quoth the Sergeant, sure then by relation 11. You haue a licence or a tolleration And if you haue noe order tis the better | Cleuers Soe you haue Dods præcepts [letter] or Clements letter Thus looking on his mace & vrging still Twas Master Wights & Master Baylyes will. That hee should mount, At last hee condescended To stop the gap, & soe the treatie ended. The Sermon pleased, & when wee were to dine Wee all had Preachers wages, thankes & wine Our next dayes stage was Lutterworth a towne Not worthy to bee noted or set downe. By any trauellor; for when wee had been Through at both ends wee could not find an inn. Yet for the church Sake turne & light wee must Hoping to see one dram of Wicklifes dust; But wee found none for vnderneath the pole Noe more rests of his body then his Soule. Abused Martyr how hast thou been torne By two wilde factions, first Papists burne Thy bones through hate, the puritans in zeale They sell thy marble, & thy brasse they steale. A Person mett vs there who had good store Of liuings some say but of manners more; In whose straight chearefull age a man might See well gouuern'd fortune, bounty wise & free. Hee.
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