IDENTILIN$$  F126C09|BB|Luttrell MS|f. 70r-v\E:GL\P:EWS\o\7-6-95\C:JSC\Sept'95;5-29-01
126.C09.0HE  %XTo M%5r%6 B: B:
126.C09.001  Is not thy sacred hunger of Science
126.C09.002  Yet satisfy'd? Is not thy braines rich hiue
126.C09.003  fulfild with hony, which thou dost deriue
126.C09.004  from the Arts spiritts & their quintessence?
126.C09.005  Then weane thyselfe at last & thee withdraw
126.C09.006  from Cambridge, thy old Nurse, & as the rest
126.C09.007  Heere toughly chew & sturdily digest
126.C09.008  Th'Im%Mense vast volumes of the Com%Mon Law
126.C09.009  And begin soone least |my| greife greiue |thee| too
126.C09.010  which is that that which I should haue begunne
126.C09.011  In my youths morning, now, late must be Donne [CW:om]
126.C09.012  And I as giddy travailers must doe [70v]
126.C09.013  which stray, or sleepe all day & hauing lost
126.C09.014  Light & strength, darke & tyr'd must then ride post.
126.C09.015  If thou vnto thy muse be maryed
126.C09.016  Embrace her euer, euer multiply.
126.C09.017  Be farre from me that strange Adulterye
126.C09.018  To tempt thee & procure her widdowhed
126.C09.019  My Muse (for I had one) because I am cold
126.C09.020  Diuorc'd herselfe, the cause being in me,
126.C09.021  That I can take no new, in Bigamy,
126.C09.022  Not my will only, but power doth withhold
126.C09.023  Hence comes it that these rimes, w%5ch%6 neuer had
126.C09.024  Mother, want matter, & they only haue
126.C09.025  A little forme the which their father gaue.
126.C09.026  They are prophane, imperfect, oh too badde
126.C09.027  To be counted children of Poetry
126.C09.028  Except Confirmd & Bishopped by thee.
126.C09.0SS  [horiz. lines]
126.C09.0$$  %1Copyist totally confused by structure: no sts; ll. 10 11 13 14 
16 17 24 25 27 28 ind; short, horiz. ll. separate HE from body%2