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Digital Image File Name: 
142186
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 33 verso || folio 34 recto
Digital Image Type: 
FSL collection
Hamnet Catalog Link: 
http://hamnet.folger.edu/cgi-bin/Pwebrecon.cgi?BBID=229445
Transcription: 
By this the greatest staine to mans estate Fals on vs to bee cald effeminate. Though you bee much loude in the Princes hall These things that seeme exceede substantiall Gods when yee fum'd on alters were pleas'd well Because you were burn't not that they lou'd the smel Yee are lothsome all being taken simplie alone Shall not loue ill things ioyn'd & hate each one If you were good your good would soone decay And you are rare that takes your good away All my perfumes I giue most willingly T' embalme thy fathers course, when will hee die. dividing line x A iourny of a Gentleman vnto Wales written at the entreaty of a Lady . Ladie when last I writ I promis'd then To run o're Wale s with a relating penn And, I my iourney from the towne begun That's fild with Sunday guests cald Islington Where I with friends was in a house that sould Good nappie ale & wine [wine] that makes men bould Of which I thinke your Cubbord had a share And somewhat better else hee would not dare Mounted vpon his palfrey to haue plaid The bold forerider to a chambermaide But sure it was some : that was soe plac't To keepe her vnsuspected, vndisgrac't But hee is rid away and I was left To drinke that wine which by a Scuruy theft Would page break 34. Would have bereft mee of my braine, but yet I got to horse and rod with feare not witt From thence to Holloway , where a blind man will At Irish play with him that hath best Skill. I wondring at it 'gan to aske him how Hee knew his points, oh play, quoth he, then know I plaid for two good pots, wonn them, then hie To horse, & Say, The blind eate many a fly. And soe apace to Highgate where I heare Some Bowlers Sing, some curse, some laugh, some sweare. I satt astonish't at this dismall b [r] abble. Thinking it like Babels confused rabble. Ive no t to See fooles praise, dispraise aboue That knew not where or whether it did roule. { To See them writhe their trunks as if that could { Alter the cunning of the sencelesse wood { Yet they more Sencelesse did beeleeue that t'would. And Soe I left but a portlie man Presents vs with what drownes all care a can Fild' with this nutbrowne liquor which wee take And soe our iourney vnto Barnet make Whose field hath been far fam'd for the great fight T'wixt the fourth Edward , & that King = mkae knight The braue Earle Warwick ; hee that durst doe that Faint hearted Henry fear'd & trembled at But comming to the towne another theame Presents it Selfe which better doth beseeme My Stragling pen, t'was thus I askt for th' Hop His
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.