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A book of verses collected by me, R. Dungarvan [manuscript].
Part I. When reading Part I, Part II is inverted and reversed.
Burlington, Richard Boyle, Earl of, 1612-1698, compiler.
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folio 30 verso || folio 31 recto
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From a iust circle, drawing out an angles And that wee meight not for our measure wrangle The butlers selfe ? whose hat it was & band Fild each his measure with an euen hand. Thus did wee round it & did neuer shrinke Tell wee that wanted cups now wanted drinke. line divide The Will Before I sigh my last gaspe let mee breath Great loue some Legacyses, here I bequeath Mine eyes to Argos, if mine eyes can see If they bee blind then loue I giue them thee My tongue to Fame t'Embassadors mine eares To woemen or the sea my Teares. Thou loue hast taught me heretofore By me serue hir, who had twentie more That I should giue to none but such as had to much before. My constancie I to the Plannets giue My truth to them who at the Court doe liue My Ingenuitie to opennesse. To Jesuites or Buffones my Pensiuenesse My silence to anie who abroad haue beene My monie to a Capuchin Thour loue Loue taughs't me by appointing mee To loue where there no loue receau'd can bee. To giue to such as haue an incapacitie. I giue my reputation to those, Who were my friends, mine Industrie to foes To scoolemen I bequesth my doubtfullnesse My sicknesse to Physitians or excesse To Page break 31. To Nature all that I in rime haue writt And to my merry companie my witt. Thou loue by making mee adore Her who begot in me this loue before Taugh mee to make as though I gaue When I did but restore. J ohn D onne To his M is tress x x Come Madam come all rest my powers defy Vntill I labour I in labour ly. The foe oftimes hauing the foe in sight Is tyrde with standing though hee neuer fight Of with that girdle like hauens zone glistring But a far fairer world encompasing Vnpin that spangline brestplate that you weare That I may shrine that shines soe farr. Vnlace your selfe for that harmonious chine Tels mee from you that now is your bed time. Of with that happie busk that I enuy That still will bee & still can stand soe nigh. Your gound goeing of such beauteous state reueale As when from flourie meades hils shadowes steale Of with that wirie coronet & shew The hayrie Diadem which on you doth grow Now of with those shoes, & then softly tread In this loues hallowed Temple, this soft bead In such white robes heauens Angels vse to bee Receaued by men, Thou Angell bringst with thee A heauenly Mahomets Paradise & though All spirits walke in white wee easily know By
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