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Digital Image File Name: 
142198
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 45 verso || folio 46 recto
Digital Image Type: 
FSL collection
Hamnet Catalog Link: 
http://hamnet.folger.edu/cgi-bin/Pwebrecon.cgi?BBID=229445
Transcription: 
Neuer such ayres diuine Amphion sent To make Deucaleons Stony race relent. The pictur'd Arrace felt its people Striue W hi ch their fixt limmes made by their straines aliue The sight I this! take not what [youd] you destroy A Sencelesse Soule but crowne my hopes with ioy Stay (Shee replide) and know wee Soules more pure Crowne none but constant hopes which long endure Then Shee retir'd; but my awakened feares Sayl'd after blowne with Sighs on Streames of teares And sought t'embrace, when my presuming arme Mist the aeriall frame and in a charme Caught empty Scorne; like fond Ixions hope Who courting Iuno with a clowde did cope. Thinke how widdow'd Turtle wayles her mate Snatch't from her loued side by cruell fate Or how despairing Orpheus did complaine Loosing his deer Euridice againe Such ruthfull moanes I through the g uil ty night Send forth on Cupids wings to reach her flight Dull Greifs to flow, Vp nimble soule. Pursue Dismisse thy clogging earth! And life adue H B page break 46. Oh that I were all soule that I meight prooue for you as fit a loue As you are for an Angell, for I vowe None but pure spirits are fit loues for you You're all aetheriall, there in you noe drosse Nor any part es that grosse Your coursest halfe is like a curious lawne Ore vestall reliques for a couering drawne Your other part, part of the purest fire that ere heauens did inspire Makes euery thought that is refin'd by it A quintessence of goodnesse and of witt. Thus haue y ou r raptures reacht to that degree in loues Philosophy That you can figure to your selfe a fier Voyd of all heat, a loue without desier Nor in diuinity doe you goe lesse you thanke and you professe That soules may haue a plenitude of ioy Although ther bodyes neuer meite t'inioy But I must needs confesse I doe not find the motions of my mind Soe purified as yett but at the best My body claimes in them some interest I hold that perfect ioy makes all our parts As ioyfull as our harts
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.