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112.H05.HE1 %XTo S%5r%6 Henry Wotton. 
112.H05.001 S%5r%6, more then kisses, letters mingle Soules,
112.H05.002 for thus frends absent speake; this ease controules
112.H05.003 the tediousnes of my life, and but for these
112.H05.004 I cold Ideat nothinge w%5ch%6 cold please,
112.H05.005 but should in one day [%1space%2] and passe
112.H05.006 to a bottle of hay, w%5ch%6 am a locke of grasse.
112.H05.007 Lyfe is a voyage, and in our lifes wayes
112.H05.008 Countreyes, Courts, Townes are Rockes or Remoras;
112.H05.009 they breake or stop all ships; yet our state is such,
112.H05.010 that, though then pitch they stayne worse, we must touch.
112.H05.011 yf in the furnace of the Euen-line,
112.H05.012 or vnder th' aduerse Icy poles thou pine,
112.H05.013 thou know'st two temperate Regions girded in,
112.H05.014 dwell there, but oh what refuge canst thou winne?
112.H05.015 parcht' in the Court and in the Countrey frozen,
112.H05.016 shall Cittyes, built of both extreames be chosen?
112.H05.017 Can dunge or Garlicke be a perfume? or can
112.H05.018 a Scorpion or Torpedo cure a man?
112.H05.019 Cittyes are worst of all three, of all three,
112.H05.020 (o knotty Riddle) each is worst equally.
112.H05.021 Cittyes are Sepulchers, they w%5ch%6 dwell there
112.H05.022 are Carkases, as yf none such there were:
112.H05.023 And Courts are Theaters, where some men play
112.H05.024 Princes, some slaues, all to one end, and of one clay:
112.H05.025 The Countrey is a Desart, where the good
112.H05.026 gain'd, as habits, not borne, is not vnderstood:
112.H05.027 There men become beasts, and prone to all euills
112.H05.028 in Cittyes, blockes; and in a lewde Court, Deuills.
112.H05.029 As in the first chaos Confusedly
112.H05.030 Each elements qualityes were in th' other three;
112.H05.031 So pride, lust, Couetize, being seuerall
112.H05.032 to those three places, yet are all, in all:
112.H05.033 and mingled thus, theire yssue is incestuous,
112.H05.034 ffalshood is Denized, Vertue is Barbarous. [f.170v/p.342]
112.H05.035 Let no man say, there vertues flinty wall
112.H05.036 shall locke vice in me, I'le doe none, but knowe all.
112.H05.037 Men are Spunges, w%5ch%6 to powre out, receiue:
112.H05.038 who knowe false play, rather then loose, deceiue.
112.H05.039 for in best vnderstandings sinne beganne,
112.H05.040 Angells sinn'd first, then Deuills, and then Man.
112.H05.041 Only, perchance, beasts sinne not, wretched we
112.H05.042 are beasts in all, but white Integrity.
112.H05.043 I thinke, yf men w%5ch%6 in these places liue
112.H05.044 durst looke into themselues, and themselues retriue,
112.H05.045 they would like strangers greete themselues, seing then
112.H05.046 Vtopian youth, growne old Italian.
112.H05.047 Be then thine owne home, and in thy selfe dwell;
112.H05.048 Inne any where, Continuance maketh Hell:
112.H05.049 and seinge the snayle w%5ch%6 euery where doth rome,
112.H05.050 Carrying her owne house still, still is at home:
112.H05.051 followe (for he is easily pac'd) this snayle,
112.H05.052 be thine owne Pallace, or the world's thy Iayle;
112.H05.053 and in the worlds sea doe not, like corke, sleepe
112.H05.054 vpon the waters face, nor in the deepe
112.H05.055 sinke, like a Leade without a line: But as 
112.H05.056 fishes glide, leavinge no print where they passe,
112.H05.057 nor makinge sound; soe, closely, thy course goe;
112.H05.058 Let men dispute whether thou breathe, or noe.
112.H05.059 Only in this, be no Gallenist, to make
112.H05.060 Courts hott ambitions wholesome, doe not take
112.H05.061 a dram%Me of Countreyes dulnes, doe not adde
112.H05.062 Correctiues, but as drinkes to purge the bad.
112.H05.063 But S%5r%6, I aduise not you, I rather doe
112.H05.064 say o're those lessons w%5ch%6 I learn't of you;
112.H05.065 whome, free from German Schismes, and lightnes
112.H05.066 of ffrance, and faire Italy's faithlesnes,
112.H05.067 havinge from these suckt all they had of worth, [f.171/p.343]
112.H05.068 and brought home that Fayth w%5ch%6 you carryed forth
112.H05.069 I throughly loue. But yf my selfe I haue wonne
112.H05.070 to knowe my rules, I haue, and you haue Donne.
112.H05.0SS Scribal grape design
112.H05.0$$ %1Space left in l. 5 for a word; nonscribal number "153" near HE matches p.no. for this poem in B & C --JSC%2