Lovelace/Church Manuscript Transcription

The Poetry Pages, section 2

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!

Return to Index
First Page
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 mightNo name or source found.
Second Page
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 wayMentioned in Samuel Pepys' diary, February 1662 (11th and 24th)
3) where night vies splendour with the dayHenry 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 displaydPoem appears in Henry Lawes' "Ayers and Dialogs", attributed to Henry Noel, as a
Sunc't in their soccets as dismaydreference in 'Poetical Works of William Stroce' by Bertram Dobell (1907)
Pyms his (diagram) Armes;
Fourth Page
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 theeSet (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 mePoem: Her Answer, (anonymous?), appeared in Oxford Drollery (1671)
It must be with jufirmily (humility?)which is by Capt. William Hicks
Return to Index

Dance Page

Dafydd Cyhoeddwr, V3.0, Tuesday, March 4, 2014