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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 10 verso || folio 11 recto
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folio 10 verso || folio 11 recto
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Transcription:
On M rs Drug
x Stay passenger and for her sake
Who while shee liu'd had power to make
All eyes that on her cast their light
To fixe with wonder and delight
Deyne that these liues one sigh may borrow
Breath'd from thy heart with gen'rous sorrow.
To see in this sad Tombe now dwelling,
The fayrest Drury late excelling.
In virtue beauty and all grace,
That Heau'n in earthly mould can place,
And that which may your greife encrease,
Is that shee did a maide decease.
And all that wee in her admir'd,
With her is perisht and expir'd.
Matchlesse shee liu'd vnmatch't shee dyde,
Drurye s sole heire, and Suffolk es Pride
page break
11.
To M r Felton .
x Inioy thy bondage make thy prison knowe,
Thou hast a liberty thou canst not owe
To these base punishments kept intire, sence
Nothing but guilt shackles the conscience.
I dare not tempt thy valiant blood to whaye
In seeling it with pitty, nor dare I pray
Thine act may mercy find, least thy great story,
Loose something of its miracle and glory.
I wish thy meritts friendly cruelty,
Stout vengeance best beecomes thy memory.
For I would haue posterity to heare,
Hee that can brauely doe can brauely beare.
Tortures may seeme great to cowards eye,
Tis noe great thing to suffer lesse to dye.
Should all the clouds fall out, and in that strife,
Lightening and Thunder send to take thy life.
I would applaude the wisedome of my fate,
Which knewe to value mee at such a rate
As.
x Stay passenger and for her sake
Who while shee liu'd had power to make
All eyes that on her cast their light
To fixe with wonder and delight
Deyne that these liues one sigh may borrow
Breath'd from thy heart with gen'rous sorrow.
To see in this sad Tombe now dwelling,
The fayrest Drury late excelling.
In virtue beauty and all grace,
That Heau'n in earthly mould can place,
And that which may your greife encrease,
Is that shee did a maide decease.
And all that wee in her admir'd,
With her is perisht and expir'd.
Matchlesse shee liu'd vnmatch't shee dyde,
Drurye s sole heire, and Suffolk es Pride
page break
11.
To M r Felton .
x Inioy thy bondage make thy prison knowe,
Thou hast a liberty thou canst not owe
To these base punishments kept intire, sence
Nothing but guilt shackles the conscience.
I dare not tempt thy valiant blood to whaye
In seeling it with pitty, nor dare I pray
Thine act may mercy find, least thy great story,
Loose something of its miracle and glory.
I wish thy meritts friendly cruelty,
Stout vengeance best beecomes thy memory.
For I would haue posterity to heare,
Hee that can brauely doe can brauely beare.
Tortures may seeme great to cowards eye,
Tis noe great thing to suffer lesse to dye.
Should all the clouds fall out, and in that strife,
Lightening and Thunder send to take thy life.
I would applaude the wisedome of my fate,
Which knewe to value mee at such a rate
As.
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On M rs Drug
x Stay passenger and for her sake
Who while shee liu'd had power to make
All eyes that on her cast their light
To fixe with wonder and delight
Deyne that these liues one sigh may borrow
Breath'd from thy heart with gen'rous sorrow.
To see in this sad Tombe now dwelling,
The fayrest Drury late excelling.
In virtue beauty and all grace,
That Heau'n in earthly mould can place,
And that which may your greife encrease,
Is that shee did a maide decease.
And all that wee in her admir'd,
With her is perisht and expir'd.
Matchlesse shee liu'd vnmatch't shee dyde,
Drurye s sole heire, and Suffolk es Pride
page break
11.
To M r Felton .
x Inioy thy bondage make thy prison knowe,
Thou hast a liberty thou canst not owe
To these base punishments kept intire, sence
Nothing but guilt shackles the conscience.
I dare not tempt thy valiant blood to whaye
In seeling it with pitty, nor dare I pray
Thine act may mercy find, least thy great story,
Loose something of its miracle and glory.
I wish thy meritts friendly cruelty,
Stout vengeance best beecomes thy memory.
For I would haue posterity to heare,
Hee that can brauely doe can brauely beare.
Tortures may seeme great to cowards eye,
Tis noe great thing to suffer lesse to dye.
Should all the clouds fall out, and in that strife,
Lightening and Thunder send to take thy life.
I would applaude the wisedome of my fate,
Which knewe to value mee at such a rate
As.
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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.