There are no images connected with these transcriptions, because I took the photos myself, and while the reading room was happy to let me do so, they also told me that they had to be for my personal use only. If you see me at an event somewhere, possibly a KWDMS, I will most likely have my 'chapbook' with me, which contains all of the images and all of the transcriptions - you can look at them in there. Or, of course, you could go to Harvard, and the Houghton library, and take a look at the manuscript itself!
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| First Page | |
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| Songs | |
| Paid 2 | |
| Farwell consortned thou art gone | |
| to find a ty for mans delight | |
| religion which no doted on | |
| but kindred woemens appetite | |
| then since we are lett loose by fate | |
| to enjoy the pleasures of each feature | |
| we thank the mercy of the state | |
| that letts us thus enjoy the creature | |
| -------- | |
| Nuptialls are but things of honour | |
| A tricke to keepe a woeman Chaste | |
| Our grandees doe tak't in scorne | |
| their daughters must not be prayt ?? | |
| When lady noe youre mans delight | |
| And man is yours, why should you ?? | |
| Retard from slaking of your right | |
| since every creature is lett free | |
| -------- | |
| She that loves must hath ?? | |
| And he's most looly the lords might | No name or source found. |
| Second Page | |
| Songs: | |
| Affection is a thing. If it | |
| be took in time elfe tib left | |
| then ladys lets enjoy each other | |
| and every one his friend befriend | |
| when one is absent take another, | |
| o see lets froligh to the one | |
| --&-- | |
| On his muse:; | |
| Gaze not on swans, in whose soft breast | |
| A full hatch'd beauty seemes to neast, | |
| 1) nor snow when falling from the sky | |
| hovers in its virginity; | |
| --&-- | |
| Gaze not on roses though none blown | |
| Grac't with a fayre complection | |
| 2) Nor lillyes whom noe subtill bee | |
| Hath rob'd by kissing chimistree; | |
| -------- | |
| Gaze not on the pure milky way | Mentioned in Samuel Pepys' diary, February 1662 (11th and 24th) |
| 3) where night vies splendour with the day | Henry Noel's "Gaze not on Swans" (referred to by several sources, such as |
| nor pearles whose silver wall confin | 'Melodies Unheard' by Anthony Hecht) |
| Third Page | |
| The riches of an Indian mine; | |
| --&-- | |
| For when my empresse once appears | |
| Swans moultring dy, snow melts to tears; | |
| 4) Roses doe blush, and hang their heads, | |
| Pale lilyes shrincke into theire beds | |
| --&-- | |
| The milky way rids paft to shroud | |
| its bafled glory in a cloud, | |
| 5) And Pearles climbe up into her eare | |
| And hang themselves for envy there | |
| --&-- | |
| Thus have I seene stars big with light | |
| Proud lanthornes to the Moone ey'd night | (Gaze Not on Swans - also possibly attributed to William Strode) |
| 6) Which when Sol's rays were once displayd | Poem appears in Henry Lawes' "Ayers and Dialogs", attributed to Henry Noel, as a |
| Sunc't in their soccets as dismayd | reference in 'Poetical Works of William Stroce' by Bertram Dobell (1907) |
| --&-- | |
| I:P:S:X:O:2:Pi:Madam | |
| Pyms his (diagram) Armes; | |
| --&-- | |
| Fourth Page | |
| Songs: | |
| Why shouldst thou say I am forsworne | |
| Since thyne I vowed to bee, | |
| Lady it is allready morne | |
| 1) And twas last night I swore to thee, | |
| That fond impossibility; | |
| --&-- | |
| Have I not Lov'd thee much and long | |
| A tedious twelve houres space | |
| I should all other beautys wrong | |
| 2) And robb me of a fresh embrace | |
| Should I still doate upon thy face; | |
| --&-- | |
| Not but all joyes in thy brown hayr | |
| In others may be found | |
| But I must try the blacke, and fayre | |
| 3) Like skilfull minerallists that sound | |
| For treasures in unplowed up ground; | |
| --&-- | |
| And when that I have lov'd my round | |
| Thou art the constant shee | |
| with spoyls of meaner beautys crownd | "The Scrutinie", Richard Lovelace, published in Lucasta, 1649. |
| 4) I leaden will returne to thee | Set (to music) by Mr Thomas Charles |
| Even satiate with varietie; | (song appeared in "Ayres and Dialoges") |
| --&-- | {This is the poem that "identifies" the manuscript as being authored by Richard Lovelace} |
| Fifth Page | |
| Her answer; | |
| I needs must say thou art forsworne | |
| Since mine thou vowd'st to bee | |
| 1) From oathes doe find both night, and morne | |
| And when last night you vow'd to mee | |
| I guest it possibility; | |
| --&-- | |
| It may be call'd love much not long | |
| Purloins but twelve houres space, | |
| You did my beauty all the wrong | |
| 2) And robd me of my just embrace | |
| When you lookd on anothers face; | |
| --&-- | |
| You say all joys in my browne hayre | |
| In others may be found | |
| And that you'ld coust the blacke @ fayre | |
| 3) But proove a mirror all if 't unsound | |
| By plowing in unplowd up ground | |
| --&-- | |
| And when that you have lovd your round | |
| I'll prove noe pleasant shee | |
| 4) With spoyles of meaner beautys crownd | |
| If laden you returned to me | Poem: Her Answer, (anonymous?), appeared in Oxford Drollery (1671) |
| It must be with jufirmily (humility?) | which is by Capt. William Hicks |
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Dafydd Cyhoeddwr, V3.0, Tuesday, March 4, 2014