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

Digital Image File Name: 
142181
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 28 verso || folio 29 recto
Digital Image Type: 
FSL collection
Hamnet Catalog Link: 
http://hamnet.folger.edu/cgi-bin/Pwebrecon.cgi?BBID=229445
Transcription: 
The Roman Lucrece there heares the diuine Lectures of loue great Master Aretine And knowes as well as Lais how to mooue Her pliante body in the acte of loue. To quench the burning Rauisher shee hurls Her limbs into a thousand winding curls And studies artfull postures such as bee Caru'd on the barke of euery neighbour tree By learned hands, that soe adioynd the band Of those faire plants which as they grow haue paund Their glowing fires vpon the Graecian Dame That in her endless webs toylde for a name. As fruitlesse as her worke doth now display Her selfe before the youth of Ithaca . And doth the amorous sports of night prefer Beefore all dreames od the lost Traueller. Daphne hath broke her barke & that swift foote Which th'angry God hath fastned with a roote. To the fixt earth, doth now vnfetered runn To meete th'embraces of the Youthfull Sunn Shee hangs vpon ^ him like ^ his Delphicke tyre Her kisses blow the cole, & breath new fier. Full of her God shee sings inspired Layes Soft Oads of loue such as deseru'd the bayes Which shee her selfe was next her Laura lyes In Petrarch es learned armes dying those eyes Which did in such smooth paced number flow As made the world enamourd of hir woe. These & ten thousand beauties more that di'd Slaues to the tyrant now enlarg'd deride His Note: insertions have been made in the same hand, using a different ink - possibly a sign of proofreading page break 29. His canceld lawes & for their time mispent Lay vnto loues exchequer double rent. Come then my Cælia wee'le noe more forbeare To tast our ioyes struck with a panicke feare. But will depose from his imperious sway The proud vsurper & walke free as they With necks vnyockt, nor is it iust that hee Should fetter your soft sex with chastitie Whome nature made vnapt for abstinence, When yet the false impostures can dispence With humane iustice, & with sacred right And mauger both their lawes, commaund men fight With riuals, or with emulous loues that dare Equale with thine their M rs eyes or hayre. If thou complaine of wrong, & cause my Sword To carue thee out reuenge vpon that word It bids mee fight; & kills or else hee brands With marks of infamie my cowarde hands. And yet Religion bids from murther fly And damn's mee for that act; the n tell my why That Golli [a] n Honnor whome the world adores Should make men athists & not woemen whores. line divide
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.