IDENTILIN$$  F112CT1|HWKiss|Trinity Cambridge MS r.3.12|pp. 66-68\E:GL\P:EWS\o\7-3-95\C:JSC\'95;6-5-01
112.CT1.0HE  %X%3To S.%5r%6 Henry Wotton%4
112.CT1.001  S%5r%6, more then kisses, Leters mingle soules, 
112.CT1.002  ffor thus friends absent speak, this ease controules
112.CT1.003  The tediousnes of my life, but for these
112.CT1.004  I could Ideate nothing w%5ch%6 could please,
112.CT1.005  But I should wither in one day, and pass
112.CT1.006  To a bottle of hay, that am a loke of grasse
112.CT1.007  Life is a voyage; and in our lifes wayes,
112.CT1.008  Countreyes, Courts, townes, are Rocks, or Remoraes
112.CT1.009  They break or stopp all ships: yet our state is such
112.CT1.010  That though then Pitch they staine worss, wee must tuch.
112.CT1.011  If in the furnace of the euen Line
112.CT1.012  Or vnder the aduerse Icie Pole, thou Pine,
112.CT1.013  Thou know'st to temperate Regions girded in
112.CT1.014  Dwell there; But oh what refuge canst thou winn
112.CT1.015  Parched in the Court, & in the Countrey frozen
112.CT1.016  Shall Cities built of both extreames bee chosen?
112.CT1.017  Can Dunge, and Garlick bee a perfume, or can
112.CT1.018  A Scorpion, & Torpedo cure a man
112.CT1.019  Cities are worst of all these
112.CT1.020  (O knottie riddle) each is worst
112.CT1.021  Cities, & sepulchers: they who dwell there
112.CT1.022  Are Carcasses, as if noe such then were;
112.CT1.023  And Courts are Theaters where some men playe [CW:Princes]
112.CT1.024  Princes, some slaues, all to one end, & of one claye. [67]
112.CT1.025  The Countrey is a desart, where noe good
112.CT1.026  Gain'd, as habitts not borne is vnderstood
112.CT1.027  There men become beasts, & proue to men euills
112.CT1.028  In Citties blocks, & in lewd Courts Deuills
112.CT1.029  As in the first Chaos confusedlie
112.CT1.030  Each elements qualities were in the other three:
112.CT1.031  So Pride, Lust, Couetize, being seuerall
112.CT1.032  To these three places, yet all, are in all;
112.CT1.033  And mingled thus, their issue incestuous.
112.CT1.034  ffalshood is Denizen, virtue is Barbarous.
112.CT1.035  Let noe man say there, virtues flinty wall
112.CT1.036  Shall lock vice in mee, Ile doe none, but knowe all.
112.CT1.037  Men are spunges, w%5ch%6 to powre out receiue;
112.CT1.038  Who knowe false play, rather then loose deceiue.
112.CT1.039  ffor in best vnderstandings sinn began
112.CT1.040  Angells sinn'd first, then Deuills, and then Man.
112.CT1.041  Onely perchance beasts sinn not, wretched wee
112.CT1.042  Are beasts in all but white integritie.
112.CT1.043  I thinck if men w%5ch%6 in these places liue
112.CT1.044  Durst look for themselues, & themselues retriue,
112.CT1.045  They would like strangers greet themselues; seing then
112.CT1.046  Vtopian youth growne old Italian
112.CT1.047  Bee then thine owne home, & in thy self dwell,
112.CT1.048  In any where continuance maketh hell.
112.CT1.049  And seing the snaile w%5ch%6 euery where doth roame, [CW:Carrieng]
112.CT1.050  Carrieng his owne house still, still is at home, [68]
112.CT1.051  ffollowe (for hee is easely pac'd) thy snaile
112.CT1.052  Bee thine owne Pallace, or the world's thy Iayle.
112.CT1.053  And in y%5e%6 worlds sea, doe not like Corke sleepe
112.CT1.054  Vpon the waters face, nor in the deepe.
112.CT1.055  Sink like a lead w%5th%6out a line, But as
112.CT1.056  ffishes glide, leauing noe print where they passe
112.CT1.057  Nor making sound, soe closelie they goe
112.CT1.058  Let men dispute whether they breath or noe
112.CT1.059  Only in this one thing bee no Gallanist, to make
112.CT1.060  Courts hott Ambition wholesome; doe not take
112.CT1.061  A dram of Countrey dulness, doe not add
112.CT1.062  Correctiues, but a[sic] Chimiques purge the badd.
112.CT1.063  But S%5r%6 I aduise not yo%5u%6; I rather doe
112.CT1.064  Say ore those lessons w%5ch%6 I learn'd of you,
112.CT1.065  Whom free from German Schismes, & lightnes
112.CT1.066  Of ffrance, & faire Italies faithlessness
112.CT1.067  Hauing from these suckt all they had of worth
112.CT1.068  And brought home y%5t%6 faith w%5ch%6 you carried forth,
112.CT1.069  I throughly Loue; but if my self I had wonn
112.CT1.070  To knowe my rules I haue, & you haue don%Me [CW:The]
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