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112.00F.HE1  %X%1To%2 S%5r%6. %1Henry Wootton%2.
112.00F.001  S%+Ir, more than kisses, letters mingle Souls,
112.00F.002  For, thus friends absent speak. This ease controuls
112.00F.003  The tediousnesse of my life: But for these
112.00F.004  I could ideate nothing, which could please,
112.00F.005  But I should wither in one day, and passe
112.00F.006  To a bottle of Hay, that am a lock of Grasse.
112.00F.007  Life is a voyage, and in our lives wayes
112.00F.008  Countryes, Courts, Towns are Rocks or Remoraes;
112.00F.009  They break or stop all ships, yet our state's such
112.00F.010  That (though then pitch they stain worse) we must /(touch.
112.00F.011  If in the furnace of the raging line,
112.00F.012  Or under th'adverse icy pole thou pine,
112.00F.013  Thou know'st two temperate Regions girded in,
112.00F.014  Dwell there: But oh, what refuge canst thou win
112.00F.015  Parch'd in the Court, and in the Countrey frozen?
112.00F.016  Shall cities built of both extremes be chosen?
112.00F.017  Can dung or garlike be perfume? Or can 
112.00F.018  A Scorpion, or Torpedo cure a man?
112.00F.019  Cities are worst of all three; of all three?
112.00F.020  (O knotty riddle) each is worst equally.
112.00F.021  Cities are Sepulchres; they who dwell there
112.00F.022  Are carcases, as if none such there were.
112.00F.023  And Courts are Theaters, where some men play
112.00F.024  Princes, some slaves, all to one end, of one day.
112.00F.025  The Country is a desert, where the good
112.00F.026  Gain'd, inhabits not, borne, is not understood.
112.00F.027  There men become beasts, and prone to all evils;
112.00F.028  In Cities blocks, and in a lewd Court, devils. [CW:As,]
112.00F.029  As, in the first Chaos, confusedly [p.147]
112.00F.030  Each elements qualities were in th'other three:
112.00F.031  So pride, lust, covetize, being severall
112.00F.032  To these three places, yet all are in all,
112.00F.033  And mingled thus, their issue is incestuous.
112.00F.034  Falshood is denizon'd. Vertue is barbarous,
112.00F.035  Let no man say there, Vertues flinty wall
112.00F.036  Shall lock vice in me, I'll do none, but know all.
112.00F.037  Men are spunges, which to powre out, receive:
112.00F.038  Who know false play, rather than loose, deceive.
112.00F.039  For in best understandings, sin began,
112.00F.040  Angels sinn'd first, then devils, and then man.
112.00F.041  Onely perchance beasts sin not, wretched we
112.00F.042  Are beasts in all, but white integritie.
112.00F.043  I think if men, which in these places live
112.00F.044  Durst look in themselves, and themselves retrive,
112.00F.045  They would like strangers greet themselves, seeing /(than
112.00F.046  Utopian youth, grown old Italian.
112.00F.047  Be then thine own home, and in thy selfe dwell;
112.00F.048  Inne any where; continuance maketh hell.
112.00F.049  And seing the snail, which every where doth rome,
112.00F.050  Carrying his own house still, still is at home:
112.00F.051  Follow, (for he is easie pac'd) this snail,
112.00F.052  Be thine own Palace, or the world's thy gail.
112.00F.053  And in the worlds sea doe not like cork sleep
112.00F.054  Upon the waters face, nor in the deep
112.00F.055  Sink like a lead without a line: but as
112.00F.056  Fishes glide, leaving no print where they passe,
112.00F.057  Nor making sound: so, closely thy course goe,
112.00F.058  Let men dispute, whether thou breath, or no:
112.00F.059  Onely 'in this be no Galenist. To make
112.00F.060  Courts hot ambitions wholesome, doe not take [CW:A]
112.00F.061  A dramme of Countries dulnesse; doe not adde [p.148]
112.00F.062  Correct%Lives, but as chymiques, purge the bad.
112.00F.063  But, Sir, I advise not you, I rather doe
112.00F.064  Say o'r those lessons, which I learn'd of you:
112.00F.065  Whom, free from Germanies schismes, and lightnes
112.00F.066  Of France, and faire Italies faithlesnesse,
112.00F.067  Having from these suck'd all they had of worth,
112.00F.068  And brought home that faith which you carried /(forth,
112.00F.069  I throughly love: But if my selfe I'have won
112.00F.070  To know my rules, I have, and you have DONNE.
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