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A book of verses collected by me, R. Dungarvan [manuscript].
Part II. When reading Part II, Part I is inverted and reversed.
Burlington, Richard Boyle, Earl of, 1612-1698, compiler.
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folio 13 verso || folio 14 recto
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I blame not fame & nature if they gaue Where they could ad noe more their their last a graue And iustlie doe thy greeued friends forbeare Bubbles & Alablaster boyes to reare Ore thy religious dust, but bid men know Thy life with such illusions cannot shew. For thou hast dy'd amongst those happie ons Who trust not in their superstitions. Their hired Epitaph & periu'rd stone Which oft belyes the Soule when shee is gone But darst commit thy body as it lyes To toungues of liuing men, & vnborne eyes. What profits thee a sheete of Lead what good If on thy Course a Marble Quarrie stood. Let those that feare their rising purchase vaults And send their statues to excuse their faults. As if like birds that peck at paynted grapes Their Iudge knew not their persons from their shapes Whilst thou assured from thy easie dust Shalt spring at first they would not yet they must. Nor neede the Chauncellor boast whose Pyramis Aboue the Host & Alter raised is. For though thy body fill a viler roome Thou shalt not change deeds with his for his tombe page break 14. M r D r Corbet s Elegy on S i r Thomas Ouerburie . Had'st thou like other knights & Sirs of worth, Sickned & dyed, being stretcht out & layde forth After thy funerall sermon, taken earth And left noe deede to prayse thee but thy birth Then Ouerburie by a passe of theirs Thou meighte haue tyded hence in two howers teares.. Then had wee worne thy sprig of memorie Noe longer then thy friends did rosemarie Or then the dole was eating for thy sake And thou hadst sunke in thine owne wine & cake But since it was soe ordered & thought fit By them who knew thy truth & fear'd thy witt Thou should'st bee poysen'd death has done thee grace Rankt thee aboue the region of thy place. For none heares poyson nam'd but makes reply What Prince was that what states man that did dy In this thou hast outliu'd an Elegy Which were to narrow for posteritie. And the ranke poyson that did seeme to kill Working a fresh (in some historians quill Shall now preserue thee longer ere thou rot Then could a poem mixt with Antidot Now needs't thou trust noe Herald with thy name Thou art the voice of Iustice & of Fame While sinn detecting her owne conscience striues To pay the vse in Interest of liues Enough
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