IDENTILIN$$  F12600G|1669|pp. 172-73\ME(MH)\mf\8-7-87\P:EWS|o(CSmH)\6-14-01\C:JMK\7-20-01;JSC\9-6-01\P:DAS\cd(L)\8-16-00\C:JSC\4-9-03\P:MEL\(TxAM,Matt)\11-20-07
126.00G.HE1  %X%1To M. B. B.%2
126.00G.001  I%+S not thy sacred hunger of science
126.00G.002  Yet satisfy'd? is not thy braines rich hive
126.00G.003  Fulfill'd with hony which thou dost derive
126.00G.004  From the Arts spirits and their Quintessence?
126.00G.005  Then wean thy self at last, and thee withdraw
126.00G.006  From Cambridg thy old nurse, and, as the rest, [CW:Here]
126.00G.007  Here toughly chew, and sturdily digest [p.173]
126.00G.008  Th'immense vast volumes of our common Law;
126.00G.009  And begin soon, lest my grief grieve thee too,
126.00G.010  Which is, that that which I should have begun
126.00G.011  In my youths morning, now late must be done;
126.00G.012  And I as Giddy, Travellers must doe,
126.00G.013  Which stray or sleep all day, and having lost
126.00G.014  Light and strength, dark and tir#d must then ride post
126.00G.015  If thou unto thy Muse be married,
126.00G.016  Embrace her ever, ever multiply,
126.00G.017  Be far from me that strange Adultery
126.00G.018  To tempt thee, and procure her widowhood;
126.00G.019  My nurse, (for I had one) because I'm cold,
126.00G.020  Divorc'd her self, the cause being in me,
126.00G.021  That I can take no new in Bigamy,
126.00G.022  Not my will only, but power doth withhold;
126.00G.023  Hence comes it, that these Rimes which never had
126.00G.024  Mother, want matter, and they only have 
126.00G.025  A little form, the which their Father gave;
126.00G.026  They are prophane, imperfect, oh, too bad
126.00G.027  To be counted Children of Poetry
126.00G.028  Except confirm'd and Bishoped by thee. 
126.00G.0SSom
126.00G.0$$  Two 14-line sts; l.6 of poem not ind, deviating from typical Verse Letters ind pattern: ll. 2,3,6,7,10,11,13,14 of each st ind