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

Digital Image File Name: 
142178
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 25 verso || folio 26 recto
Digital Image Type: 
FSL collection
Hamnet Catalog Link: 
http://hamnet.folger.edu/cgi-bin/Pwebrecon.cgi?BBID=229445
Transcription: 
His tongue betwixt his slim'd lips lies Like a bob Snaile; & for his eyes Euen artificiall ones doe roole Quicker with Sand then his with Soule. His eares are but to Scallop shels To lay vp filth which his nose smels And euery of his senses owes Faith & allegeance to that nose. With that hee listens, tasts, & heares And handlesse to when meat appeares. And with his Elephanticke Snout Feeds all his famish't parts throughout. His hand are such wee plainely Se'et As nature did ordeine for feet. Soe like they are those other hands On which hee goes & treads, & stands. O who would thinke his will Should goe Vpon all foure & hee one two. His blood is liuid & not red Like a horse radish at the head. His veines like lashes of a whip, Or like Smale tackling of a Ship More I could glaunce at, but I note That hee is christned by the Cote And when such workes of God thou Seest Peace though a Taylor were the priest R.C. page break 26 [25.] On the Lady Digby . Sitting & readie to bee drawn What needs theise veluets, Silks & launes Imbroidres, fringes, feathers lace Where eue'ry limbe take like a face Send these Suspected helps to aide Some formes defectiue or decayed. This beautie without falsehood faire Needs nought to cloath it but the aire Yet something to the painters veiew Were fitly interpos'd soe new Hee shall (if hee can vnderstand Worke with my fancie his owne hand. Draw first a cloud, all saue the necke And out of that make day to breake Till like her face it doth appeare And men may thinke all light rose there Then the light of that disperse The cloud & shew the vniuerse. Yet at such distance as the ey May rather it adore then spy They heauens design'd, draw next a spring With all that youth or loue can bring Foure riuers branching out like seas And Paradice confin'd in these Next Note: [added as two stanzas along the margin] Last draw the circle of this globe And let there bee a starry robe Of constillations bout her hurl'd And thou hast painted beauties world. But Painter see you doe not sell A coppy of this peece or tell Whose t'is But if it fauour find, Next sitting wee will draw the mind.
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.