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

Summon all Wits that Rome or Greece could boast,
And all our own, that are not yet quite lost;
Bid the Dramatick come
With his whole Wardrobe on,
Tell the quick Lyrick now
And thundring Epick too
That all must come and meet at Cartwright's Hearse;
The Author and the Subject of all Verse.

Let great Augustu's favour'd Laureat know
Here's one wrote Verse as high, though not so slow;
Where Horace cannot miss
Epods as deep as his;
A Wit that ne'r broke loose
To reach bold Lucan's Muse;
Alwayes brim-full, yet never overflows;
Match'd all their Verse, and overmatch'd their Prose.

What Arts and Authours in one Vessell drown'd!
More in him lost than all before him found;
Deep, try'd, Philosophy
With best Philology,
To brandish, or dispute,
To melt down, or confute;
All Arts and Tongues by one rich Youth engross'd,
How much! how soon! but, oh, how sooner lost!

Nor had He these vast Contributions thus
To make him swell, but to stream forth to us;
He broke no Midnight-Sleep
To be, or be thought, deep;
His Oyle for others spent,
On Publick Errands sent;
He out-read most, but out-writ more, and yet
Did alwaies teach more than he read or writ.

And now, yee Town-Wits, who are still so fierce
To vote and drink against all Scholars Verse,
Telling us, 'Tis ill writ,
'Tis Learning, and not VVit,
It tasts of Oxford—oh
That your Verse would do so!
Leave, leave, for now Old Oxford's fled, the New
Is fitted for such Knowing Souls as You.

W. VVaring Esq; A greater Lover of the Author's Memory than his own.