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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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To the Memory of Mr VVilliam Cartvvright.

VVhere shall we enter in,
Or how begin
To speak Three men in one,
And all three gone?
Lost all at once, in the same Sepulcher
Lies the best Poet-Priest-Philosopher.

'Tis Cartvvright; it can be
None else but He:
Name but his Third part now,
And scarce that too;
For his Divine and Metaphysick waies
Are left for stronger Wits and better Daies.

See how his Laurell grows,
Smooth, high, and close,
Unblasted, un-cut down,
Unpropt, Alone;
For all these Supplements, which seem to raise,
Come here to gather, not to offer Bayes.

Then view his Youth, think how
That Virgin Brow
Could beare so vast a Weight,
Unwrinkled by't;
Whose Soul, like Alexander's, fill'd the Sphere,
Conquer'd the World before his Thirtieth year.

Yet all his Fansies Power
Made him not sowre;
(Like Moses) he stood out
As meek, as stout;
For, he that doom's and blast's what others writ,
Is some Translator, but no kindly Wit.

Mark (if you can) the Pace
Of his fleet Race;
His Muse does all so swift,
All at one Lift:
So the brave Hebrew Dames, themselves, gave Birth,
And without others Midwifry brought forth.

But though all early came,
Nothing's born lame;
No Fansie's hid, enclos'd,
Nor Want expos'd;
But as great Julius with one Laurell-bough
Conceal'd his Baldness, and recrown'd his Brow.

Where are they now that cry
No Poetry;
Who since themselves miss'd it,
Will damn all Wit;
Such dull grim Judges, were it in their Power,
Would leave nor Heav'n a Star, nor Earth a Flower:

E. Nevill.