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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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Upon Mr Cartvvright and his Poems.

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Great Queen of Shades bring here thy Flowers:
Cut down Elysium to make Bowers
For this sad Hearse: when that is done,
Then weep thy self into a Tomb.

2.

Fates, tear your Books; no more's to do,
Unless you can Create a-new
Out of this Chaos: Cartvvright's dead,
And with him the World's Soul is fled.

3.

Number by which all things were made,
Is now it self turn'd to a shade;
Nature must needs pine away,
To see her Masterpeece but Clay.

4.

His hand could motion so dispence
To guide ev'n an Intelligence,
The Sun might not thus neerer come,
And burn the World before its Doome.

5.

Who now shall tell us when we Love?
Sing all those pangs and Sighs we prove
When we enjoy; which sweeter Look,
And are more reall in his Book?

6.

Beauty, which is Gods Excellence,
He made the object of the Sence:
Nature was troubled; She ne'r knew
The Rose and Lilly which he drew.

7.

Love's Arrows often do recoile
From rocky Hearts without a Spoile;

But thy sure Quill still wounding sped,
And Virgins kiss'd it as they bled.

8.

Those mortall Powers he did out-flie,
Courting sometimes Æternity:
Unless that bliss were infinite,
Heaven had not past his Scheme of it.

9.

Plato would say the Gods have Ears,
Who left the Musick of the Spheres,
Wishing he oft had faulty been
So he would thus confess his Sin.

10.

These are but ashes of his fire:
He tun'd Philosophers to his Lyre;
Where thoughts when down he pleas'd to set,
They, like the Trees, in Numbers met.

11.

He Aristotle has unbent,
Made Musick, what he riddles meant,
Cloath'd his own Reason, like his playes;
His Metaphysicks Claim the Bayes.

12.

But he, and Stotevile (that Great Pair)
No longer could breath this dull air:
Nor need they Pyramids: who thus dye,
The Ground it self lifts to the Skie.

13.

Pictures are drawn by mystick Art,
To naked Eyes that shew no part;
But if you put a Glass between,
Then all the Curious Lines are seen.
So look on Cartwright's dust (though ne'r so far)
Through these few Papers, you'l behold a Star.

Fr. Palmer Student of Ch. Ch. Oxon.