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Source Call Number:
V.a.125
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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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Image Details:
Part II. When reading Part II, Part I is inverted and reversed.
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Part II. When reading Part II, Part I 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 9 verso || folio 10 recto
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folio 9 verso || folio 10 recto
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FSL collection
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Transcription:
On a Virgins Tombe x Stay doe not passe, here fixx your eyes, Vpon a Virgins Obsequies. Pay tribute from a troubked heart, Tis but a teare before you part. And what are teares? they are but streames Of Sorrow, which like fearefull dreames Disturbe your senses, yet I craue, No other sacrifice to haue. But if you passe and let fall none, Y'are harder then this marble stone. Your Loue is colder and your eyes Lesse senselesse of my miseries. On a child x Nature in this smale volume was about, To perfect what in woemen was left out. But searing least a peece soe well begun Meight want preseruatiues when shee had done Ere shee could finish what shee vndertooke Threwe dust vpon it, and shut vp the booke. [10r] Barkly es Epitaph Hee that's imprison'd in this narrow roome, Were't not for custome needs nor verse nor Tombe. Nor from these can their memory bee lent, To him who must bee his Tombes monument. And by the vertue of his lasting name, Must make his Tombe liue long, not it his fame. For when his gaudy monument is gone, Children of the vnborne world shall spy the stone That couers him; and to their fellowes cry Tis here iust here about Barkley doth ly. Let them whose feyned Titles fortyfy Their, Tombes, whose sickly vertue feares to dy. And let their Tombes bely them; call them blest And charitable Marble faine the vest. Hee needs not when his Lifes true Story's done, The lying postscript of a periurd stone. Then spare his Tombe; that's needelesse and vnsafe, Whose vertue must outliue his Epitaph.
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On a Virgins Tombe x Stay doe not passe, here fixx your eyes, Vpon a Virgins Obsequies. Pay tribute from a troubked heart, Tis but a teare before you part. And what are teares? they are but streames Of Sorrow, which like fearefull dreames Disturbe your senses, yet I craue, No other sacrifice to haue. But if you passe and let fall none, Y'are harder then this marble stone. Your Loue is colder and your eyes Lesse senselesse of my miseries. On a child x Nature in this smale volume was about, To perfect what in woemen was left out. But searing least a peece soe well begun Meight want preseruatiues when shee had done Ere shee could finish what shee vndertooke Threwe dust vpon it, and shut vp the booke. [10r] Barkly es Epitaph Hee that's imprison'd in this narrow roome, Were't not for custome needs nor verse nor Tombe. Nor from these can their memory bee lent, To him who must bee his Tombes monument. And by the vertue of his lasting name, Must make his Tombe liue long, not it his fame. For when his gaudy monument is gone, Children of the vnborne world shall spy the stone That couers him; and to their fellowes cry Tis here iust here about Barkley doth ly. Let them whose feyned Titles fortyfy Their, Tombes, whose sickly vertue feares to dy. And let their Tombes bely them; call them blest And charitable Marble faine the vest. Hee needs not when his Lifes true Story's done, The lying postscript of a periurd stone. Then spare his Tombe; that's needelesse and vnsafe, Whose vertue must outliue his Epitaph.
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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.