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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 the Incomparable Mr William Cartvvright.

Great Soule of Numbers! Treasury of Arts!
Mirrour of Invention, Judgment, Parts!
Sole Emp'rour, and Dictator of thy Age
Over the Schooles, the Pulpit, and the Stage!
From whose Decease, succeeding Ages shall
Compute, Decay of Wit, and Learnings Fall:
Whence this sad Truth, Posterity shall read,
Cartvvright, and with Him, all the Muses fled:
Excess of Vertue doth thy Vertues soyle:
So Lamps extinguish'd are by too much Oyle:
Though Time, that grief digests, and lessens woes,
Till by degrees the Sense of Loss we lose,
Might have asswaged mine; yet still (Great Soul)
A sacred horrour doth my Thoughts controul,
As if to write of thee were an offence
(Though after seven years Respite) and write Sense.

As he who fairly laies about, doth show
More fury, than the Artificiall Foe
That strikes by Rule, and by the Compass fights:
So he most sorrow shews, that rudely writes,
More mindfull of his Theam than Fame; whilst he
That studdyeth Tears, Commends himself, not Thee.

Since then Sighs vocall and Articulate
But Courtships are, and Complements of Fate:
Great Wonder, and deep sorrow are still best
In a Religious awfull silence dress'd:
As he whose feeble Pencill could not fit
Griefe's Features, drew the Curtain over it,
By that dark Cypress Veyl disclosing more
Than subt'lest Art or Colours could before:
So where no Language can thy worth advance,
'Tis best Devotion to plead Ignorance:

Inferiour Wits (like foiles) being only set
To make thy Diamonds brighter by their Jet.

Rich: Watkins. a. m. c. c. oxon.