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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 16 verso || folio 17 recto
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folio 16 verso || folio 17 recto
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FSL collection
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Transcription:
Of life, allmost by eight howers saile Then when sleepe breath'd his drowsy gale. Thus from the Sunne my bottome steares And my dayes Compasse downeward beares Nor labour I to stemme the tide Through which to thee I swiftly glide 'Tis true with Shame & greife I yeild Thou like the vaunt first took'st the field And gotten hast the victorie In thus aduenturing to die Beefore mee, whose more yeares might craue A iust precedence in the graue. But harke! my pulse like a soft Drumme Beates my approach; tels thee I come: And slow how e're my marches bee I shall at last sit downe by thee. The thought of this bids mee goe on And waite my dissolution With hope and comfort. Deare (forgiue The crime) I am content to liue Diuided, with but halfe a heart Till wee shall meete and neuer part. HK page break 17. Vpon the death of Beaumont Beaumont lies here: and where now shall wee haue A muse like his, to sigh vpon his graue Ah none to weepe this with a worthy teare But hee that cannot. Beaumont that lies heer. Who now shall pay thy tombe with such a verse As thou that Ladyes didst, faire Rutland s herse. A monument that will then lasting bee When all her marble is more dust then shee in thee all's lost, a sudden dearth & want Hath seas'd on witt, Good Epitaphs are scant Wee dare not write thy Elegy whilst each feare Hee ne're shall match that coppy of thy teares. Scarce in an age a Poet & yet hee Scarce liues the third part of his age to see But qui ckl y taken of & onely knowne Is in a minute shut as soone as showne Why should weake nature tyre her selfe in vain e In such a peece to dash it strait againe Why should shee take such workes beyond her skill Which when shee cannot persist shee must kill
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Of life, allmost by eight howers saile Then when sleepe breath'd his drowsy gale. Thus from the Sunne my bottome steares And my dayes Compasse downeward beares Nor labour I to stemme the tide Through which to thee I swiftly glide 'Tis true with Shame & greife I yeild Thou like the vaunt first took'st the field And gotten hast the victorie In thus aduenturing to die Beefore mee, whose more yeares might craue A iust precedence in the graue. But harke! my pulse like a soft Drumme Beates my approach; tels thee I come: And slow how e're my marches bee I shall at last sit downe by thee. The thought of this bids mee goe on And waite my dissolution With hope and comfort. Deare (forgiue The crime) I am content to liue Diuided, with but halfe a heart Till wee shall meete and neuer part. HK page break 17. Vpon the death of Beaumont Beaumont lies here: and where now shall wee haue A muse like his, to sigh vpon his graue Ah none to weepe this with a worthy teare But hee that cannot. Beaumont that lies heer. Who now shall pay thy tombe with such a verse As thou that Ladyes didst, faire Rutland s herse. A monument that will then lasting bee When all her marble is more dust then shee in thee all's lost, a sudden dearth & want Hath seas'd on witt, Good Epitaphs are scant Wee dare not write thy Elegy whilst each feare Hee ne're shall match that coppy of thy teares. Scarce in an age a Poet & yet hee Scarce liues the third part of his age to see But qui ckl y taken of & onely knowne Is in a minute shut as soone as showne Why should weake nature tyre her selfe in vain e In such a peece to dash it strait againe Why should shee take such workes beyond her skill Which when shee cannot persist shee must kill
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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.