Detail View: LUNA: Folger Manuscript Transcriptions Collection: A book of verses collected by me, R. Dungarvan [manuscript].

Digital Image File Name: 
142176
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 23 verso || folio 24 recto
Digital Image Type: 
FSL collection
Hamnet Catalog Link: 
http://hamnet.folger.edu/cgi-bin/Pwebrecon.cgi?BBID=229445
Transcription: 
Which was reported strongly for one tyde But after 6 howers flowing eb'd & dyed. If God would not this great designe should bee Perfect & round without some knauerie Nor that our Prince should end his enterprise But for soe many miles soe many [r] lyes. If for a good euent the heauens doe please Mens tongues should beecome rougher then the seas And that th'expence of paper should bee much First written then translated out of Dutch Currantoes, Diets, Packets, Newes yet more newes Which soe innocent whiteness doth abuse. If first the Belgie = Pismire must bee seene Beefore the Spanish Lady bee our Queene With that Successe with such an ende at last Alls welcome, pleasant, gratefull that is past. And such an end wee pray, Then shall you see A type of that which mother Zebedee Wish't for her sonne in Heauen, the Prince & you At eyther hand of Iames ; you need not Sue Hee on the right you on the lefte the King Salfe in the mids't you both enuironing Then shall I tell my lord his word & band, Are forfitt till I Kisse the Princes hand. Then shall I see the Duke your royall friend Giue all your other honours this you This you haue wrought for this you hammer'd out Like a Stronge Smith good workeman & a Stoute In this I haue a parte in this I see Some new additions smiling vpon mee Who in an humble distaunce craue a share In all your greatnesse whatsoer'e you are page break 24. x Vpon a Gentlewoeman whose eyes & hayre were black X If shadowes bee the pictures excellence And make it seeme more liuely to the sence If stars in the bright day doe loose their light And shine most glorious in the maske of night. Why should you thinke faire creature that you lack Perfection, cause your eyes & hayre are black. Or that your beauty that soe farr exceeds The new Sprung lyllies in their maydenheads That cherrie colour of your cheeks & lips Should by that darkenesse Suffer an Eclipse Nor is it fit that Nature should haue made Soe bright a Sun to shine without a shade It seemes that nature when shee first did fancie Your rare composure Studied Nigromancie And when to you shee did those gifts impart Shee vsed altogether the black arte. Shee drew the magick circle of your eyes And made your hayre the chaine wherein shee tyes Rebellious harts, those blew veines which appeare Twin'd in Meanders like to eyther spheare Misterious figures are, & when you list Your voyce commaundeth like an Exorcist. O if in Magick you haue skill soe farr Vouchsafe to make mee your familiar. Nor hath kind nature her black arte reuealed In outward parts alone some lie concealed As by the Springhead men may often know The nature of the streames that run beelow Soe the black haire & eyes doe giue direction, To make mee thinke the rest of like perfection. The
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.