IDENTILIN$$ F12600F|1654|pp. 171-72\ME\mf(MH)\8-7-87\P:EWS\o(DFo)\4-14-01\C:JMK\7-19-01;JSC\9-5-01\P:DAS\cd(CSmH)\8-16-00\C:JSC\4-9-03 126.00F.HE1 %X%1To M. B. B.%2 126.00F.001 I%+S not thy sacred hunger of science 126.00F.002 Yet satisfy'd? is not thy braines rich hive 126.00F.003 Fulfill'd with honey which thou dost derive 126.00F.004 From the Arts spirits and their Quintessence? 126.00F.005 Then weane thy selfe at last, and thee withdraw 126.00F.006 From Cambridge thy old nurse, and, as the rest, 126.00F.007 Here toughly chew, and sturdily digest 126.00F.008 Th'immense vast volumes of our common law; 126.00F.009 And begin soone, lest my griefe grieve thee too, 126.00F.010 Which is, that that which I should have begun 126.00F.011 In my youths morning, now late must be done; 126.00F.012 And I as Giddy Travellers must doe, 126.00F.013 Which stray or sleep all day, and having lost 126.00F.014 Light and strength, darke and tir'd must the%M ride \(post. 126.00F.015 If thou unto thy Muse be married, 126.00F.016 Embrace her ever, ever multiply, 126.00F.017 Be farre from me that strange Adultery [CW:To] 126.00F.018 To tempt thee, and procure her widowhood; [p.172] 126.00F.019 My nurse, (for I had one) because I'm cold, 126.00F.020 Divorc'd her selfe, the cause being in me, 126.00F.021 That I can take no new in Bigamie, 126.00F.022 Not my will onely, but power doth withhold; 126.00F.023 Hence comes it, that these Rimes which never had 126.00F.024 Mother, want matter, and they onely have 126.00F.025 A little forme, the which their Father gave; 126.00F.026 They are prophane, imperfect, oh, too bad 126.00F.027 To be counted Children of Poetry 126.00F.028 Except confirm'd and Bishoped by thee. 126.00F.0SSom 126.00F.0$$ Two 14-line sts; 11. 2,3,6,7,10,11,13,14 of each st ind; "M" in HE printed in a different than usual italic font