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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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In Memory of his honoured Friend Mr VVilliam Cartvvright.

VVere there a Soule so unconfin'd as Thine,
That could it's own great self express
In that inimitable Dress
Wherewith thou didst adorn thy thoughts Divine;
Yet ev'n that Soul unable were to tell
How much of more than Man with Cartwright fell.

The world despaires to know thee half, unless
Thou leave those happy Soules above,
(Of late made happier in thy Love)
To teach that worth, which Thou couldst not express
Till now by Death enlightned: For before,
Thy Modesty hid much, thy Flesh hid more.

As when a Fleet miscarries richly fraught,
Merchants can only sigh in gross
Their sad irreparable Loss,
Unable to recount the Wealth it brought:
So we can only tell we are undone;
Unknown's the Wit, Arts, Language with thee gone:

But if some happy Wave do force to Land
A Box of Jewels from the Main,
The Loss grows greater by this Gain,
By this we the rich Lading understand:
So we sum up our Loss by this thy Book
At what we can scarce guesse at wonder-strook!

We in rude accents thy great worth deplore,
(When Thunder's gone, we heare a Noyse
The Reliques of the former Voice,
And then all's hush'd and quiet as before:)
And this our last wit bring unto thy Herse,
The weak and confus'd Eccho of thy Verse.

What Glass, what Ocean is there here below,
That can reflect a Lustre bright
And Active, as the Native Light?
Much less what Mortall Pencill can it show?
He that would truly know thy worth, must fly
To Heav'n; why sigh we here then? Let us dye;

So shall we see Thee in full glory shine
Amidst those nobler Spirits, where
To Glories of a Lower Sphere
Thou stream'st down Lustre, Knowledge, Love divine:
And heark! me thinks th' enlightned Powers say,
Dear Soul, thou art more Seraphin than They.

Will: Creed.