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Source Title: 
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.
Source Created or Published: 
ca. 1630
Physical Description: 
folio 14 verso || folio 15 recto
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FSL collection
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Newrack for light & beautie meight compare To anie Church but what Cathedrall are. To this belongs a vicar who succeeded The friend I mentioned Such a one there needed A man whose tongue & life is eloquent Able to charme those mutnous heads of Trent . And vrge the cannon home when they conspire Against the Cros & bels with Sword & fire. There Stood a Castle too, they shew mee where The rome whe the King slept, the window where Hee talk'd with Such a Lord how long hee stay'd In his discourse & all not what hee Sayd. From hence without a prospectiue wee see Beuer & Lincolne where wee faine would bee But that our purses & horses both were bound Within the circuit of a narrow ground. Our purpose is all homeward and tis time At parting to haue witt as well as rime. Full 3 a clock, & twentie miles to ride. Will aske a speedie horse, & a sure guide. Wee wanted both & Lothborrow may glorie Error had made it famous in our storie. Twas night & the swift horses of the sun Two houres beefore our iades their race did run. Noe 15r 15 Noe pilate Moone, nor anie such kind star As gouuern'd the wise men which came from far To holie Bethlem , Such lights had they been That would haue Soone conueid vs to our In. But all were wandring Stars & wee as they Were taught noe course but to ride on & Stray. When (o the fate of darknesse who hath tride it) Here our hole fleet was scatte'rd & deuided. And now wee labour more to meete then erst Wee did to lodge, the last crie drownes the first. Our voices are all spent & thet that follow Can now noe longer trace vs bt the hollow. They come the formost wee the hindmost, both Accusing with like patience hast & Sloth At last vpon a little towne wee fall, Where some call drinke, others a candle call. Vn happie wee Such Straglers as wee are, Admire a candle oftner then a Star. Wee care not for this glorious lampe a loofe Give vs a tallow taper & a drie hoofe. roofe And now wee haue a guid wee cease to chafe Now haue wee time to pray the rest bee safe. Our guid before cries cum & wee the while Ride blindfold & take bridges for a stile Till att the last wee ouercum the dark And Spite of night & error hit our marke Some
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