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Digital Image File Name: 
142184
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 31 verso || folio 32 recto
Digital Image Type: 
FSL collection
Hamnet Catalog Link: 
http://hamnet.folger.edu/cgi-bin/Pwebrecon.cgi?BBID=229445
Transcription: 
By this all Angels from an euill spr i te They set our haires but these our flesh vpright. Licence my rouing hand & let them goe Behind, before, betwene, aboue, below. O my America my new found land My Kingdome safest when with one man mand My mine of precious stones my Empery. How blest am I in this discouering thy Full nakednesse, all eyes are due to thee All soules vnbodyed, bodyes vncloth'd shoul'd bee To tast hole ioyes gemms that the woemen vse, Are as Atlantass bales cast in mens views. That when a fooles eye lightneth on a gemm His greedy ey meight court theirs & not them Like vnto bookes with gaudie couerings made For lay men, Are all woemen thus aray'd Themselues are musick books which onely wee (Whome their imputed grace will dignifie) Must see reueal'd, Then sweet that I may As librally as to a Midwife shew Thy selfe, cast all, yea this white hence There is noe pennance due to Innocence T' enter into these bonds is to bee free, There where my hands is set, my seale shall bee To teach thee I am naked first, Why then What needst thou haue more couering the n a man I ohn D onne page break 32. x Loues dyet To what a cumbersome vnwildnesse And burthenouse corpulence I loue had grone But that I did to make it lesse And ^keepe it in proportion Giue it a Dyet made it feede vpon That which loue worst endures Discretion. Aboue one sigh a day I allowde him not Of which my fortunes & my faults had part And if some time by stealth hee got A shee sigh from my Mistresse hart And thought to feast on that I let him see T'was neither verie sound nor mea ^n t for mee If hee wrought from her a teare I brinde it soe With scorne or shame that him ^it nourisht not If hee suckt hers [e] I let him know Twas not a teare which hee had got His drinke was counterfeit as was his meat For eyes that roule towards all weepe not but sweat What hee would dictat I write that But burnt my letter when shee writ to mee And if that fauour, made him fat I said if anie title bee Convei'd by this, ah, what doth it availe To bee the fourteenth name in an entaile. This I reclaim bastard loue to fly And what & when, & where, & how I chuse Now necligent of sport I ly And now as other Faulkners vse I spring a Mistresse, sweare, write, sigh & weepe And the game kil'd or lost goe talke, or sleepe. line break
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.