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Source Call Number:
V.a.125
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Source Title:
A book of verses collected by me, R. Dungarvan [manuscript].
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A book of verses collected by me, R. Dungarvan [manuscript].
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Part I. When reading Part I, Part II is inverted and reversed.
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Part I. When reading Part I, Part II is inverted and reversed.
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Source Creator:
Burlington, Richard Boyle, Earl of, 1612-1698, compiler.
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Burlington, Richard Boyle, Earl of, 1612-1698, compiler.
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Source Created or Published:
ca. 1630
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ca. 1630
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folio 38 verso || folio 39 recto
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folio 38 verso || folio 39 recto
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Transcription:
Soe vgly & deformed th a t they seeme
Witches, already being but fifteene
These are true remedies for loue, & vexe
My soule soe much th a t I halfe hate th e Sexe
But then one thought of you soe good soe rare
Makes mee to loue your Sex or foule or faire
When on these higher mountaine tops I trace
And see th e countries vnderneath this place
I wish you heer th a t th'vnder world meight see
Your beautie far 'boue there deformitie.
Were you but here wee then should find noe night
Being enlightned with soe pure a light.
Wee then should thinke th e Moone had gone astray
And you were come heer to Supply her way
But yet more bright more constant far then shee
That vnto vs appeares Soe variously.
And yet I wish you absent for I feare
Your presence an Idolatrie would reare
Youle say these lines are compliments I know
And faith I care not for I meant them Soe
Poets may write what ever they desier
And if you lik't not cast it in th e fier.
ER
page break
39.
To a Gentleman who had
gotten the running of the
reines . X
Robin
When at th e Globe wee last did dine
Vnkind thou bard'st thy thirstie Soule her wine
In thee two Deuills stroue thy whooring Sinn
Refus'd to let thy drinking Deuell in.
Thou knowest mee well & wilt expect th a t I
Against th e pot take part with Lecherie;
True; for a common drunkard I doe Sett
Twelue Score beehind a loathsome Sodomet
Yet am testy growne for thy mishap
Neither to Bawd nor whoore I'le Stirr my cap
Not th a t mi'nt phleame & zeale breeds such a Qualme
As voided forth plaine Robert Wisdomes psalme
But for thy sake as fits a constant friend
I'le raile against th e Queanes world without end
Then sursum Corda: tell truth honnest Muse
Play th e wise constable a bribe refuse
When strong Potatoes & rich wines are flowne
Throughout th e marrow & th e soule is growne
Witches, already being but fifteene
These are true remedies for loue, & vexe
My soule soe much th a t I halfe hate th e Sexe
But then one thought of you soe good soe rare
Makes mee to loue your Sex or foule or faire
When on these higher mountaine tops I trace
And see th e countries vnderneath this place
I wish you heer th a t th'vnder world meight see
Your beautie far 'boue there deformitie.
Were you but here wee then should find noe night
Being enlightned with soe pure a light.
Wee then should thinke th e Moone had gone astray
And you were come heer to Supply her way
But yet more bright more constant far then shee
That vnto vs appeares Soe variously.
And yet I wish you absent for I feare
Your presence an Idolatrie would reare
Youle say these lines are compliments I know
And faith I care not for I meant them Soe
Poets may write what ever they desier
And if you lik't not cast it in th e fier.
ER
page break
39.
To a Gentleman who had
gotten the running of the
reines . X
Robin
When at th e Globe wee last did dine
Vnkind thou bard'st thy thirstie Soule her wine
In thee two Deuills stroue thy whooring Sinn
Refus'd to let thy drinking Deuell in.
Thou knowest mee well & wilt expect th a t I
Against th e pot take part with Lecherie;
True; for a common drunkard I doe Sett
Twelue Score beehind a loathsome Sodomet
Yet am testy growne for thy mishap
Neither to Bawd nor whoore I'le Stirr my cap
Not th a t mi'nt phleame & zeale breeds such a Qualme
As voided forth plaine Robert Wisdomes psalme
But for thy sake as fits a constant friend
I'le raile against th e Queanes world without end
Then sursum Corda: tell truth honnest Muse
Play th e wise constable a bribe refuse
When strong Potatoes & rich wines are flowne
Throughout th e marrow & th e soule is growne
transcribed_information
Soe vgly & deformed th a t they seeme
Witches, already being but fifteene
These are true remedies for loue, & vexe
My soule soe much th a t I halfe hate th e Sexe
But then one thought of you soe good soe rare
Makes mee to loue your Sex or foule or faire
When on these higher mountaine tops I trace
And see th e countries vnderneath this place
I wish you heer th a t th'vnder world meight see
Your beautie far 'boue there deformitie.
Were you but here wee then should find noe night
Being enlightned with soe pure a light.
Wee then should thinke th e Moone had gone astray
And you were come heer to Supply her way
But yet more bright more constant far then shee
That vnto vs appeares Soe variously.
And yet I wish you absent for I feare
Your presence an Idolatrie would reare
Youle say these lines are compliments I know
And faith I care not for I meant them Soe
Poets may write what ever they desier
And if you lik't not cast it in th e fier.
ER
page break
39.
To a Gentleman who had
gotten the running of the
reines . X
Robin
When at th e Globe wee last did dine
Vnkind thou bard'st thy thirstie Soule her wine
In thee two Deuills stroue thy whooring Sinn
Refus'd to let thy drinking Deuell in.
Thou knowest mee well & wilt expect th a t I
Against th e pot take part with Lecherie;
True; for a common drunkard I doe Sett
Twelue Score beehind a loathsome Sodomet
Yet am testy growne for thy mishap
Neither to Bawd nor whoore I'le Stirr my cap
Not th a t mi'nt phleame & zeale breeds such a Qualme
As voided forth plaine Robert Wisdomes psalme
But for thy sake as fits a constant friend
I'le raile against th e Queanes world without end
Then sursum Corda: tell truth honnest Muse
Play th e wise constable a bribe refuse
When strong Potatoes & rich wines are flowne
Throughout th e marrow & th e soule is growne
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