Digital Image File Name:
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142172
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Source Call Number:
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V.a.125
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Source Title:
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A book of verses collected by me, R. Dungarvan [manuscript].
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Image Details:
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Part I. When reading Part I, Part II is inverted and reversed.
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Source Creator:
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Burlington, Richard Boyle, Earl of, 1612-1698, compiler.
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Source Created or Published:
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ca. 1630
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Physical Description:
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folio 19 verso || folio 20 recto
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Digital Image Type:
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FSL collection
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Hamnet Catalog Link:
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http://hamnet.folger.edu/cgi-bin/Pwebrecon.cgi?BBID=229445
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Transcription:
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That is descended to endure what pains,
The Diuel can thinke or his disciples brains.
Noe more my greife in Such profane abuses
Good whippes makes better verses then th e muses.
Awaie & looke not backe, awaie whilst yet
The church is Standing, whilst th e benefit
Of Seeing it remaines ere long you Shall
Haue th a t rot downe & & cal'd apocryphall.
And in some barne here cited manie an autor
Kate Stubs , Anne Ascue , or th e Ladyes daughter.
Which shall bee vrg'd for fathers stop disdaine,
When Oxford once appear, Satyr restraine.
Neighbour how hath our anger thus out go'ne
Is not S t Giles this, & this S t Iohn s.
Wee are return'd but iust with soe much ore
As Rawleigh from his voyadge & noe more.
R. C.
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20.
On greate Tom .
Bee dumb you infante chines thump not your mettle
That ne're outrang a Tinker & his kettle.
Cease all your pettie larums for to day
Is great Toms' resurrection from th e clay
And know when Tom rings out his loudest knels
The best of you will bee but dinner bels.
Old Tom's groune young againe th e fierie caue
Is now his cradle th a t was er'st his graue.
Hee grew vp quiclee from his mother earth
For all you see was but an howers birth.
Looke on him well my life I doe engage
You ne're saw prettier babie of his age.
Braue constant Spirit none could make th e turne
Though hang'd drawen, quarterd till they did thee burne
Nor yet for this nor ten times more bee Sorrie
Since thou werte Martyrd for th e churches glorie.
But for thy meritorious Sufferinge
Thou shortly Shalt to Heuen in a String.
And though wee green'd when thou werte thumpt & bang'd
Weele all bee glad great Tom to see th e hang'd.
R. W.
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Credit:
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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.
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