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A book of verses collected by me, R. Dungarvan [manuscript].
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Part I. When reading Part I, Part II is inverted and reversed.
Source Creator: 
Burlington, Richard Boyle, Earl of, 1612-1698, compiler.
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ca. 1630
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folio 13 verso || folio 14 recto
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FSL collection
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For in the stable first hee did begin From whence hee is beecome lord of this Inn. Marke how th'encrease encrease of straw, & hair, & how By thrift a bottle may beecome a mow. Marke well all you that have the goulden itch All who gould hath condemned to bee rich Farewell glad father of thy daughter Maris Thou Ostler Phoenix thy example rare is. Wee are for Newrack after this sad talke And thether other t'is noe iourney but a walke. Nature is wanton there & the hie way Seem'd to bee priuat though it open lay. As if Some Swelling lawyer for his health Or franticke vserer to tame, his wealth Had chosen out by Trent ten miles to trie To great effects of arte & industrie The ground wee trod was meddow fertill land New trim'd & levi'ld bt the mowers hand. Aboute it grew a rocke rude, steepe, & hie Which claim'd a kind of reuerence from the eye. Betwixt them both their Slides a liuelie stream, Not lowde but Swift Meander was a theam crocked & rough but had those Poets Seene Strait, even, Trent it had immortall been Io page break 14. This side the open plaine admits the Sunn To halfe the riuer there did Siluer run The other Side ran clouks where the curld wood cloud, With his exalted head threatened the flood Here could I wish vs euer passing by And neuer past now Newrack is to nie And as at Christmas seemes a day but Short Deluding time with reuels & good Sport Soe did the beautious mixtures vs beguile And the 12 being trauel'd seemd a mile. Now as the way was sweete soe was the end Our passadge easie, & our prize a friend Whome their wee did enioy & for whose Sake As for a purer kind of coine men make Vs liberall wellcome with Such harmonie As the whole towne had bin his family My'n Oste of the next Inn did not repine That wee proferd the harte before his Signe And where wee lay the host & hostesse faine Would shew our loue was aim'd at, not there gaine The very beggars were so' ingenuous They rather prayed for him then beg'd of vs. And soe the D octo rs friends bee pleased to Stay The Puritans will let the Organs play. Would they pull downe the Gallery builded new With the Church wardens seat, & Burleis pew New
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