So though all other hearts refine to your pure worth yet you haue mine Onely because you are her wine. T . C. To his M rs Religion bids mee pause or else I'de pay Deuotions vnto that glasse euery day Wherein I saw your face; oh there did I View that white forehead & that piercing ey Who can with one looke make more loue = sickeharts Then toying Cupids quuier full of darts. I viewd those lips which Nature crow'nd with blisse Happiest of all when they each other kisse. Each part I saw with Such perfection fraught Wi th Natures best of Skill & Wisedome wrought As wanton Poets in their flowing witt Could neuer fancy out a beauty yet Equall to yours; but he that glasse bee throwen Into some place that neuer shall bee knowen For if once more you looke in't you must proue Narciss us like with your fayre selfe in loue And then more cruell will make you bee My foe by being Riuall vnto mee line divide 43 43. To his M rs Drinke to mee Caelia with thine eye And I'le pledge thee with mine Leaue but a kisse with in the cup And I'le expect noe wine The thirst that from the soule proceeds Doth aske a drinke diuine But meight I of Ioues Nectar sup I would change it for thine I sent to thee a rosy wreath Not so to honour thee As being well assured there It would not withered bee And you thereon did onely breath And sent it back to mee Since when it liues, & smels I sweare Not of it selfe but thee. B I.
transcribed_information
So though all other hearts refine to your pure worth yet you haue mine Onely because you are her wine. T . C. To his M rs Religion bids mee pause or else I'de pay Deuotions vnto that glasse euery day Wherein I saw your face; oh there did I View that white forehead & that piercing ey Who can with one looke make more loue = sickeharts Then toying Cupids quuier full of darts. I viewd those lips which Nature crow'nd with blisse Happiest of all when they each other kisse. Each part I saw with Such perfection fraught Wi th Natures best of Skill & Wisedome wrought As wanton Poets in their flowing witt Could neuer fancy out a beauty yet Equall to yours; but he that glasse bee throwen Into some place that neuer shall bee knowen For if once more you looke in't you must proue Narciss us like with your fayre selfe in loue And then more cruell will make you bee My foe by being Riuall vnto mee line divide 43 43. To his M rs Drinke to mee Caelia with thine eye And I'le pledge thee with mine Leaue but a kisse with in the cup And I'le expect noe wine The thirst that from the soule proceeds Doth aske a drinke diuine But meight I of Ioues Nectar sup I would change it for thine I sent to thee a rosy wreath Not so to honour thee As being well assured there It would not withered bee And you thereon did onely breath And sent it back to mee Since when it liues, & smels I sweare Not of it selfe but thee. B I.
Transcription
false
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.
Annotations:
A book of verses collected by me, R. Dungarvan [manuscript].