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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
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folio 17 verso || folio 18 recto
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FSL collection
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Noe other hindrance now but wee may passe Cleare to our In, O there a hostesse was To whome the castle and the dungeon are Sights after dinner, Shee is morning ware Her hole behauiour borrowed was & mixt Halfe foole, halfe puppet, & her pace betwixt Measure & Gig, her cursie was an honnor Her gate as if her neighbour had out gone her. Shee was bard vp in whalebone, bone which leese None of the Whales lenght, for they reach her knees. Oft with her head & then shee hath a middle As her wast Stands shee looks like the new fidle. The fauorite Thearbo truth to tell you Whose neck & throat are deeper then the belly Haue you seene monkyes chain'd aboue the loynes Or pottle pots with rings, iust soe shee ioynes. Her selfe together, a dressing shee doth loue In a smale print below, but tent aboue. What though her name bee king yet tis noe treason Nor breach of [treason] Statute to enquire the reason Of her branch't ruf, a cubit euerie poke I seeme to wound her, but Shee Stroke the Stroake At our departure, and our worships there Paid for our title deepe. as any where. Though beedles & professors both haue done Yet euery In claimes augmentation. 18. Please you walke out & see the castle come The owner saith it is a scollers home. A place of strenght & health in the same sorte You would conceiue a Castle & a cowrt. The Orchards, Gardens, Riuer & the Aire, Doe with the Trenches Rampeere Wals compare. It seemes nor loue nor force can intercept it, As if a louer built a Souldier kept it. Vp to the Tower though it bee steepe & high Wee doe not climbe but walke, although the eye Seeme to bee wearie, yet our feete are Still I the same posture cousened vp the hill. And thus our workemans art desceiues the fence, Making the rounds of pleasure a defence. As wee descend the Lord of all this fame, The honorable Chauncellor towards vs came. Aboue the hill there blew a gentle breath Yet now wee find a gentler gale beneath. The phrase & welcome of this knight did make The seat more elegant, the words hee spake Were wine & musick, which hee did expose To vs if all our art could censure those. With him there was a Prelate by his face, Archdeacon to Bishop by his p [f] lace. A greater man for that did counterfite Lord Abbot of some couent standing yet A corpulent relique marie & tis sinne, Some Puritane gets not the face cal'd In Amongst
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