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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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Physical Description:
folio 11 verso || folio 12 recto
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folio 11 verso || folio 12 recto
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Transcription:
As to my fall to trouble all the skye
Empting vpon mee Ioues full Armory,
Serue in your sharpest mischeifes vse y ou r rack,
Enlarge each ioynt and make each sinew crack
Thy soule beefore was straitned thanke thy doome
To shew her vertue shee hath larger roome.
Yet sure if euery artery were broake
Thou shouldst find strenght for such another stroake
And now I leaue thee vnto death and fame,
Which liues to shake ambition with thy name
And if it were noe sinne, the court by it
Should hourely sweare before the Fauorite.
Farewell; for thy braue sake wee shall not send,
Henceforth co m m anders enemies to defend.
Nor will it euer our Iust Monarch please,
To keepe an Admirall to loose the seas.
Farewell. vndaunted stand, and ioy to bee,
Of publique sorrow the Epitome,
Let the Dukes Name solace and crowne thy thrall
All wee for him did suffer; thou for all.
And I dare bouldly write as thou darst dye,
Stout Felton Engand s ransoms here doth lye.
page break
12.
Felton s Epitaph.
Here wintred suspends though not to saue,
Suruiuing friends th'xpences of a graue.
Felton s Dead Earth, which to the world must bee
Its owne sad monument, his Elegie.
Is large as fame, but whether bad or good,
I dare not say, by him twas wrote in blood.
For which his Body's thus entomb'd in aire,
Arch't o're with heauen, and with a thousand faire,
And glorious Diamond starres, a Sepulcher
That time can neuer ruinate, and where,
Th'impartiall worme that is not brib'd to spare
Princes when wrapt in marble, Cannot share,
His flesh which oft the charitable skies
Embalme with teares, doeing those obsequies,
Belong to men, shall last till pitting foule,
Contend to reach his body to his Soule
Empting vpon mee Ioues full Armory,
Serue in your sharpest mischeifes vse y ou r rack,
Enlarge each ioynt and make each sinew crack
Thy soule beefore was straitned thanke thy doome
To shew her vertue shee hath larger roome.
Yet sure if euery artery were broake
Thou shouldst find strenght for such another stroake
And now I leaue thee vnto death and fame,
Which liues to shake ambition with thy name
And if it were noe sinne, the court by it
Should hourely sweare before the Fauorite.
Farewell; for thy braue sake wee shall not send,
Henceforth co m m anders enemies to defend.
Nor will it euer our Iust Monarch please,
To keepe an Admirall to loose the seas.
Farewell. vndaunted stand, and ioy to bee,
Of publique sorrow the Epitome,
Let the Dukes Name solace and crowne thy thrall
All wee for him did suffer; thou for all.
And I dare bouldly write as thou darst dye,
Stout Felton Engand s ransoms here doth lye.
page break
12.
Felton s Epitaph.
Here wintred suspends though not to saue,
Suruiuing friends th'xpences of a graue.
Felton s Dead Earth, which to the world must bee
Its owne sad monument, his Elegie.
Is large as fame, but whether bad or good,
I dare not say, by him twas wrote in blood.
For which his Body's thus entomb'd in aire,
Arch't o're with heauen, and with a thousand faire,
And glorious Diamond starres, a Sepulcher
That time can neuer ruinate, and where,
Th'impartiall worme that is not brib'd to spare
Princes when wrapt in marble, Cannot share,
His flesh which oft the charitable skies
Embalme with teares, doeing those obsequies,
Belong to men, shall last till pitting foule,
Contend to reach his body to his Soule
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As to my fall to trouble all the skye
Empting vpon mee Ioues full Armory,
Serue in your sharpest mischeifes vse y ou r rack,
Enlarge each ioynt and make each sinew crack
Thy soule beefore was straitned thanke thy doome
To shew her vertue shee hath larger roome.
Yet sure if euery artery were broake
Thou shouldst find strenght for such another stroake
And now I leaue thee vnto death and fame,
Which liues to shake ambition with thy name
And if it were noe sinne, the court by it
Should hourely sweare before the Fauorite.
Farewell; for thy braue sake wee shall not send,
Henceforth co m m anders enemies to defend.
Nor will it euer our Iust Monarch please,
To keepe an Admirall to loose the seas.
Farewell. vndaunted stand, and ioy to bee,
Of publique sorrow the Epitome,
Let the Dukes Name solace and crowne thy thrall
All wee for him did suffer; thou for all.
And I dare bouldly write as thou darst dye,
Stout Felton Engand s ransoms here doth lye.
page break
12.
Felton s Epitaph.
Here wintred suspends though not to saue,
Suruiuing friends th'xpences of a graue.
Felton s Dead Earth, which to the world must bee
Its owne sad monument, his Elegie.
Is large as fame, but whether bad or good,
I dare not say, by him twas wrote in blood.
For which his Body's thus entomb'd in aire,
Arch't o're with heauen, and with a thousand faire,
And glorious Diamond starres, a Sepulcher
That time can neuer ruinate, and where,
Th'impartiall worme that is not brib'd to spare
Princes when wrapt in marble, Cannot share,
His flesh which oft the charitable skies
Embalme with teares, doeing those obsequies,
Belong to men, shall last till pitting foule,
Contend to reach his body to his Soule
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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.