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LUNA: Folger Manuscript Transcriptions Collection
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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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Physical Description:
folio 14 verso || folio 15 recto
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folio 14 verso || folio 15 recto
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FSL collection
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http://hamnet.folger.edu/cgi-bin/Pwebrecon.cgi?BBID=229445
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Transcription:
Enough of time & meight it please the law Enough of bloude, for naming bloud I saw Hee that writes more of thee must write of more Which I affect not, but refer men ore To Tiburne , by whose art they may desine What life of man is worth by [r] valueing thine. line break To his matchlesse neuer to bee forgotten friend . Accept thou Shrine of my dead Saint In steed of Dirges this complaint And for sweete flowers to crowne thy Hearse Receiue a strew of weeping verse From thy greiu'd freind; whom thou meighst see Quite melted into teares for thee Deare losse since thy vntimely fate My taske hath been to meditate On Thee, on thee, Thou art the booke The librarie whereon I looke Though allmost blind; For thee (lou'd Clay ) I languish out not liue the day Vsing noe other exercise But what I practize with mine eyes By which wett glasses I find out How lazily time creeps about To page break 15. To one that mournes: This onely this My exercise & businesse is. So I compute the weary howers With sighes dissolued into shewers Nor wonder if my time goe thus Backward & most preposterous: Thou hast Benighted mee: Thy sett This Eue of blackness did begett Who wast my day (Though ouercast Beefore thou hadst thy noone = tide past And I remember must in teares Thou scarse had seene soe many yeares As day tels howers) By thy cleere Sun My loue & fortune first did run But thou wilt neuer more appeare Folded within my Hemispheare Since both thy light & motion Like a fled Starre is fal'n & gon And twi'xt mee & my Soules deare wish An earth now interposed is. Which such a strange Eclipse doth make As n'ere was seene in Allmanake I could allowe thee for a time To darken mee & my sad clime Were it moneth, a yeare or Ten I could thy exile liue till then And all that space my mirth adiourne So thou wouldst promise to returne And
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Enough of time & meight it please the law Enough of bloude, for naming bloud I saw Hee that writes more of thee must write of more Which I affect not, but refer men ore To Tiburne , by whose art they may desine What life of man is worth by [r] valueing thine. line break To his matchlesse neuer to bee forgotten friend . Accept thou Shrine of my dead Saint In steed of Dirges this complaint And for sweete flowers to crowne thy Hearse Receiue a strew of weeping verse From thy greiu'd freind; whom thou meighst see Quite melted into teares for thee Deare losse since thy vntimely fate My taske hath been to meditate On Thee, on thee, Thou art the booke The librarie whereon I looke Though allmost blind; For thee (lou'd Clay ) I languish out not liue the day Vsing noe other exercise But what I practize with mine eyes By which wett glasses I find out How lazily time creeps about To page break 15. To one that mournes: This onely this My exercise & businesse is. So I compute the weary howers With sighes dissolued into shewers Nor wonder if my time goe thus Backward & most preposterous: Thou hast Benighted mee: Thy sett This Eue of blackness did begett Who wast my day (Though ouercast Beefore thou hadst thy noone = tide past And I remember must in teares Thou scarse had seene soe many yeares As day tels howers) By thy cleere Sun My loue & fortune first did run But thou wilt neuer more appeare Folded within my Hemispheare Since both thy light & motion Like a fled Starre is fal'n & gon And twi'xt mee & my Soules deare wish An earth now interposed is. Which such a strange Eclipse doth make As n'ere was seene in Allmanake I could allowe thee for a time To darken mee & my sad clime Were it moneth, a yeare or Ten I could thy exile liue till then And all that space my mirth adiourne So thou wouldst promise to returne And
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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.