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126.Y04.001  Is not thy sacred hunger of science
126.Y04.002  Yet satisfied? is not thy brains rich hive
126.Y04.003  Fulfill'd with honey, which thou dost derive
126.Y04.004  From the Art's Spirits & their Quintessence?
126.Y04.005  Then wean thyself at last, & the withdraw
126.Y04.006  From Cambridge, thy old nurse &, as the \rest,
126.Y04.007  Here t%Yh%Zoughly chew & sturdily digest
126.Y04.008  Th' immense vast volumes of our Common \law?
126.Y04.009  And begin soon, lest my grief grieve thee too, [p.202]
126.Y04.010  Which is that that, which I should have begun
126.Y04.011  In my youth's morning, now late must be done:
126.Y04.012  And I as giddy travellers must do,
126.Y04.013  Which stray or sleep all day, & having lost,
126.Y04.014  Light & strength, dark & tir'd must then ride \post.
126.Y04.015  If thou unto thy muse be married,
126.Y04.016  Embrace her ever, ever multiply;
126.Y04.017  Be far from me that strange adultery
126.Y04.018  To tempt thee, & procure her widowhood;
126.Y04.019  My Nurse for I had one because I'm cold,
126.Y04.020  Divorc'd herself, the cause being in me,
126.Y04.021  That I can take no new in Bigamy,
126.Y04.022  Not my will only, but pow'r doth withhold
126.Y04.023  Hence comes it that these Rhymes, which \never had,
126.Y04.024  Mother, want matter: & they only have
126.Y04.025  A little form, the which their father gave;
126.Y04.026  They are prophane, imperfect. Oh! too bad
126.Y04.027  To be counted children of Poetry,
126.Y04.028  Except confirmed & Bishopped by thee.
126.Y04.0SS  Donne
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