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Digital Image File Name: 
142185
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 32 verso || folio 33 recto
Digital Image Type: 
FSL collection
Hamnet Catalog Link: 
http://hamnet.folger.edu/cgi-bin/Pwebrecon.cgi?BBID=229445
Transcription: 
To his M ist r es s . x Once & but once found in thy companie All thy supposed scapes are layde to mee And as a theife at bar is question'd there By all the men that haue been robd that yeare Soe am I (by this traiterous meanes surpris'd) By this Hydropike father Catichis'd. Though hee were wont to search with glaziers eyes As though hee came to kill a Cockatrice Though hee haue sworne that hee would sure re [turne] ^ moue Thy beautyes beauty, & foode of our loue. Hope of his goods if I with thee were seene Yet close & secret as our soules w'haue been Though thy immortall mother which doth ly Still buried in her bed yet will not dy Take this aduantage to sleepe out day light And watch thy entryes & returns at night. And when shee takes thy hand & would seeme kind Doth search what rings what armelets shee can find And kissing notes the colour of thy face And fearing least thou art To try where thou dost long doth name strange meates And notes thy palenesse, blushings, sighs, & sweats And politiquely to thee will confesse The sinns of her owne youth's ranke lustinesse Yet loue these secrecies did remooue & mooue Thee, to gull thine owne mother for my loue Thy Brethren which like Phary sprite Oft skipt into our chamber those sweete nights And kiste & dandled on thy fathers knee Were bribd next day to tell what they did see. page break 33. The grimme eight foote high iaubond seruing man That oft names God in oathes & onely then He that to bar the first gate doth as wide As the great Rhodian Colossus stride Which if in Hell noe other paines there were Makes mee feare hell because hee must bee there Though by thy father hee were hir'd for this Could neuer witnesse any touch or kisse. But (o to common ill) I brought with mee That which betrayes mee to mine enemie A loude perfume, which at my entrance cry'd Euen at thy fathers nose, soe were we spy'd. When like the tyrant King that in his bed Smelt gunpowder, the pale wretch shivered Had it been some bad smel hee would haue thought That his one feete or breath that smell had brought. But as we in our Iles imprisoned Where cattle onely & diuers dogs are bred The precious Vnicorns strange monsters call So thought hee good strange which had none att all. I taught my silke their whistlings to forbeare Euen my opprest shoes dumb & spechlesse were Onely thou bitter sweete whome I haue layd Next me [.] & mee mee traiterously hast betray'd And unsuspected hast inuisiblie At once fled into him & stay'd with mee Base excrement of earth which dos't confound Sence, from distinguishing the sick from sound By thee the silly amarous sucks his death By drawing in a leaperous hartlesse breath By
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.