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Source Title:
Poetical miscellany [manuscript], ca. 1630.
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Poetical miscellany [manuscript], ca. 1630.
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ca. 1630
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ca. 1630
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page 4 || page 5
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Transcription:
4A
A looking glass for grief, a flash a minute,
A painted tombe with putrafication in it,
A map of death, a burden, or agony,
A winter dust, a worme of 5 foot long
Begot in sin, in darknes nourish borne
In sorrow, naked, shiftles, and forlorne,
His first voice hurd is crying for releife,
Has he comes into a world of griefe,
His age is sinfull, and his youth is vayne,
His life's a punishment, his death a paine,
His life's an house of joy, a worlde of sorrow,
His deaths a winters nighte, that finds no morrow
Man's lifes an hourglasse w'ch being run
Concluded the houre of ioy and so is done
Bastard
De hois ortu et sepultura Bast:
Nature which headlong in to life doth thing
with our feet forrward to our grave doth bring
what is les ours then this our borrowed breath
Wee stumble into life, wee [we] goe to death
Bastard
In Sextus
Sextus ... a spleen, did rashly sweare
That no new fashion he would ever weare
He was foresworne, for see wt did ensue,
He wore the old untill if old was new
B
In invenam
Within this marble Casket lyes
A Iewel rich of hyest prize
which nature in the world's disdayne
But shewd & shut it up againe
On Mr Bolden
If gentlenes could tame the fates, or wit
delude them, Bolden had not dyed as yet
But one that death overules, in iudgment sits,
And sayth our sins are stronger then our wits.
A new yeares gift
No want of harte but scant of art
Hath made my gift so smal
Then loving hart take harty love
To make amends for all
Take gift with hart, & hart with gift
Let will supply my want,
for willing hart & harty will
Nor is or shall be scant.
Epitaph.
A looking glass for grief, a flash a minute,
A painted tombe with putrafication in it,
A map of death, a burden, or agony,
A winter dust, a worme of 5 foot long
Begot in sin, in darknes nourish borne
In sorrow, naked, shiftles, and forlorne,
His first voice hurd is crying for releife,
Has he comes into a world of griefe,
His age is sinfull, and his youth is vayne,
His life's a punishment, his death a paine,
His life's an house of joy, a worlde of sorrow,
His deaths a winters nighte, that finds no morrow
Man's lifes an hourglasse w'ch being run
Concluded the houre of ioy and so is done
Bastard
De hois ortu et sepultura Bast:
Nature which headlong in to life doth thing
with our feet forrward to our grave doth bring
what is les ours then this our borrowed breath
Wee stumble into life, wee [we] goe to death
Bastard
In Sextus
Sextus ... a spleen, did rashly sweare
That no new fashion he would ever weare
He was foresworne, for see wt did ensue,
He wore the old untill if old was new
B
In invenam
Within this marble Casket lyes
A Iewel rich of hyest prize
which nature in the world's disdayne
But shewd & shut it up againe
On Mr Bolden
If gentlenes could tame the fates, or wit
delude them, Bolden had not dyed as yet
But one that death overules, in iudgment sits,
And sayth our sins are stronger then our wits.
A new yeares gift
No want of harte but scant of art
Hath made my gift so smal
Then loving hart take harty love
To make amends for all
Take gift with hart, & hart with gift
Let will supply my want,
for willing hart & harty will
Nor is or shall be scant.
Epitaph.
transcribed_information
4A
A looking glass for grief, a flash a minute,
A painted tombe with putrafication in it,
A map of death, a burden, or agony,
A winter dust, a worme of 5 foot long
Begot in sin, in darknes nourish borne
In sorrow, naked, shiftles, and forlorne,
His first voice hurd is crying for releife,
Has he comes into a world of griefe,
His age is sinfull, and his youth is vayne,
His life's a punishment, his death a paine,
His life's an house of joy, a worlde of sorrow,
His deaths a winters nighte, that finds no morrow
Man's lifes an hourglasse w'ch being run
Concluded the houre of ioy and so is done
Bastard
De hois ortu et sepultura Bast:
Nature which headlong in to life doth thing
with our feet forrward to our grave doth bring
what is les ours then this our borrowed breath
Wee stumble into life, wee [we] goe to death
Bastard
In Sextus
Sextus ... a spleen, did rashly sweare
That no new fashion he would ever weare
He was foresworne, for see wt did ensue,
He wore the old untill if old was new
B
In invenam
Within this marble Casket lyes
A Iewel rich of hyest prize
which nature in the world's disdayne
But shewd & shut it up againe
On Mr Bolden
If gentlenes could tame the fates, or wit
delude them, Bolden had not dyed as yet
But one that death overules, in iudgment sits,
And sayth our sins are stronger then our wits.
A new yeares gift
No want of harte but scant of art
Hath made my gift so smal
Then loving hart take harty love
To make amends for all
Take gift with hart, & hart with gift
Let will supply my want,
for willing hart & harty will
Nor is or shall be scant.
Epitaph.
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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.