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The Lady-Errant

A Tragi-Comedy

Cartwright, William (1611-1643)

THE LADY-ERRANT.

[Thus thy left hand the Mighty Stagyrite Supports]

To the Memory of the most Ingenious and Vertuous Gentleman Mr Wil: Cartvvright, my much valued Friend.

Upon Mr Cartvvright's Excellent Poems Now collected and published.

On Mr Cartvvright's Poems.

On the Incomparable Poems of Mr William Cartvvright, late Student of Christ-Church in Oxford.

On Mr Cartvvright's excellent Poems, now Collected and Published.

On Mr Cartvvright and his Poems.

On Mr William Cartvvright's excellent Poems, collected and published since his Death.

To the deceased Author of these Poems.

On Mr Will: Cartvvright's excellent Poems, Now collected and Published.

On the publication of the Posthume Poems of M. William Cartwright, sometime Student of Christ-Church in OXON.

To my dear Mother the Vniversity of Oxford, Upon Mr Cartvvright's Poems.

To the Stationer (Mr Moseley) on his Printing Mr Cartvvright's Poems.

Vpon the Ingenuous Author and his Poems.

On Mr Will: Cartwright's excellent Poems.

ON Mr William Cartvvright's excellent Poems.

Vpon Mr. Cartvvright's Poems, published long after his death.

In Memory of his honoured Friend Mr VVilliam Cartvvright.

To the Memory of his deceased Friend. Mr William Cartvvright.

In Memory of Mr William Cartvvright.

On Mr William Cartvvright's surviving Poems.

Upon the Poems and Plaies of the ever Memorable Mr Will: Cartvvright.

On Mr William Cartvvright's excellent Poems.

To the rich Memory of my Honoured Friend the Learned Author.

TO The Memory of Master Cartvvright.

On Mr William Cartvvright's excellent Poems, collected and published since his Death.

On Mr VVil: Cartvvright's excellent Poems, Collected and Published since his death.

To the Memory of Mr William Cartvvright.

On his Deceased Friend Mr Will: Cartvvright's Poems, now Collected and Published.

TO The Memory of my most deserving and peculiar Friend Mr Wil. Cartvvright.

On the Death of Mr. William Cartvvright, and the now publishing of his Poems.

On the Death of Mr Cartvvright, and the Life of his desired Poems.

On the Death of Mr William Cartvvright.

Upon Mr Cartvvright and his Poems.

On Mr Cartvvright's Incomparable Poems published after his Death.

On M. Will: Cartwrights Incomparable Poems.

Upon the setting forth M. Will: Cartwrights Poems.

To the Memory of Mr VVilliam Cartvvright.

To the Memory of the deceased Author Mr William Cartvvright.

On Mr William Cartvvright excellent Poems.

On Mr William Cartvvright's excellent Poems.

On M. Cartvvright and his Poems.

On Mr Cartvvright's Poems Now collected and Published.

On Mr Cartvvright's Poems.

To the Memory of Mr William Cartvvright, On the publication of these His Incomparable Poems

Upon the Memory of Mr William Cartvvright and his admirable Poems.

Vpon the Author's decease, and Poems.

TO THE Memory of Mr Cartvvright, and on his Incomparable Poems.

On the Death of Mr Cartvvright, and Resurrection of his Poems.

Upon Mr Cartvvright's Poems.

Vpon the Incomparable Poems of the Learned Mr Cartvvright.

To the Memory of the Incomparable Mr William Cartvvright.

Upon the Incomparable Poems of Mr William Cartvvright late Student of Christ Church in Oxford.

On the Death of my dear Friend Mr William Cartvvright, relating to the fore-going Elegies.

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On Mr Cartvvright's excellent Poems, now Collected and Published.

As in a Storm, when Waves with Waves do fight
To sink some lofty Vessel's noble freight,
The Sea-men sweat and run
Lest all should be undone,
And some wish, pray, and vow,
Who nothing else can do:
So now, Wit sinking, all Islands should unite,
Both those that can, and those that cannot write.

Yet all that all can do to honour this,
Is but to tell the World whose Wit it is;
For the try'd Author's Name
Hath past the Test of Fame;
So known a Classick Wit,
That none will question it
But bold Pretenders to the Poets Chair,
Not Judges, but Condemn'd for sitting there.

And hadst not Thou (Learn'd Cartwright) writ so high,
Thy Mourners had been more than Standers-by;
But now we cannot give,
Nor thy full Fame receive,
Nothing can make Thee less,
Fall lower, or encrease,
For thy Whole Name is perfectly thine own,
Both Superstructure and Foundation.

What a rich Soul was thine! so soon knew'st how
To fill the Stage, the Schooles, and Pulpit too;
Thy universall Wit
All Things and Men could fit,
So shap'd for every one
As born for that alone:
Not as where Growth, Sense, Reason, one controuls;
But as if thou hadst had three Rationall Souls.

Thou wrot'st so brave a Verse, that none know which
Is best, the Art or Wit, 'tis all so rich;
Thy Fansies are all new,
Thy Language choice, and true;
The whole Contexture wrought
So much above our Thought
As robbs Thee of thy own; thy Worth is such
We cannot praise 'cause thou deserv'st too much.

Then pay thy self (great Soul of Wit) for we
If we restore, must steal it first from Thee:
Be thy own Bayes, and stand
With or without our Hand;
For thy great Name shall live
While men can take or give:
Outstand all Columns, in th' old World, or New,
Seth's Brick, and all those stones Deucalion threw.

Io: Pettus Knight.