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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 43 verso || folio 44 recto
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FSL collection
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A dreame When Sable night had half her minutes Sumnd Toild soules lay steept in care their eares benumed And fayries to the tune of Snorting Straynes Tript silent measures ore the shady plaines Then gentle sleepe my truce with teares had made And vald my feeble eyes in cooling shade Where my wingd maister with God Morpheus came Whoe from Ioues beseme brought lou'd Cloris flame Which thrond for euer in that place diuine Like Paradice in Christall orbe doth Shine While shee in paces Angellick came nigh Marke how a cunning timer plants hes eye On some rare peece whose feature glances smiles Within his working braine hee first compiles Then drawes in art: so I with earnest view Of her coelestiall forme the Image drew In at my eager eyes then with loues dart Engrau'd it in deepe notes vpon my heart Her haire not like those Saundy locks of old Which greedy Poets dreames haue turnd to ^ gold But [flowd] flowd in waues like louely berry Crowne When the inamourd Sun his beames sends downe page break 44. To court the gentle fruit till from aboue It takes deepe color of his ardent loue So shewd her haire diuinely so till by The light of her illuminating eye It tooke new luster then it put to Scorne Apollos golden locks crown'd by the morne This dally'd by the winds in oft resort Wi th her smooth forehead & calme browes did ^ sport On which horison shin'd two starres from whence Loues beames did warme cleere rayes of innocence Shoold they clowd vp in frownes no ods were kn owen x Iwant Plutos gloomy sill & Cupids throne Hence did in iust dimensions rise & fall A comely nose which seemd a curious wall Twixt those faire cheeks in whom whyle Beauty showes The lilly how to blush scorne pales the rose Then opeit her rosy lips wherein I found Loue in a pale of pearle inuiron'd round Where hee an altar had whence breathd a Sent Richer then e're Sabian spices lent Her tender tongue that breath in such charmes moud As what his altar was his prison proud
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