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Digital Image File Name: 
142171
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 18 verso || folio 19 recto
Digital Image Type: 
FSL collection
Hamnet Catalog Link: 
http://hamnet.folger.edu/cgi-bin/Pwebrecon.cgi?BBID=229445
Transcription: 
Amongst leane breathren it may scandall bring; Who seeke for paritie in euerie thing. For vs let him enioy all that God Sends Plentie of flesh of liuing & of friends Imagine heere vs ambling downe the Streite Girting in Flower & making both ends meete. Where wee fare well 4 days & did complaine Like haruest folkes of weather & the raine. And on the feast of Bartholmew wee trie What reuels that Saint keepes at Banburie . I'th name of God amen, first to begin, The alter was translated to an Inn. Wee lodged in a Chappel by the Signe, But in a Banckrout Tauerne by the wine. Besides our horses vsadge made vs thinke, Twas Still a Church for they in Coffins drinke. As if twere congruous that those auncient lie Close by those alters in whose faith they die. Now you belieue the church hath good variety Of monuments, when Ins haue Such satiety But nothing lesse, there's noe incriptions there, But the church wardens names of the last yeare, Insteede of Saints, & windowes & of wales Here buckets hang & there a cobweb fals Would you not sweare they loue antiquitie Who rush the quier for perpetuitie. Whilst all the other pauement & the flower Are supplicant to the Suruiuers power. 19 Of the high waies, that hee would graueld keepe For else in Winter Sure it will bee deepe! If not for Gods for M r . Wheatlie s sake, Leuel the walkes Suppose those pitfals make Him spraine a lecture or misplace a ioynt, In his long prayer or in his fifteenth point. Think you the dawes or stares can make him right. Surelie this sinn vpon your heads must light. And Say beloued what vnchristian charme Is this you haue not left a leg or arme Of an Apostle, think you [ where the ] ^ Were they whole That they would rise at last assume a soule? If not t'is plaine that all the Idolatrie, Lies in your follie not imagerie. Tis well the pinacles are fallen in twaine, For now the diuel Should hee tempt againe Hath noe aduantage of a place soe high, Fooles hee can dash you from your gallerie. Where all your medlie meete & doe compare Not what you learne but who is longer there. The Puritane, the Anabaptist, Brownist Like a grand Sallet, tinkers what a towne is't The crosses allso like old Stumps of trees, Are sto^ o les for horsemen that have feeble knees, Carrie noe heads aboueground, they which tell Than Christ hath once descended into hell, But to the graue his picture buried haue In a far deeper dungeon then the graue. That
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.