IDENTILIN$$  F112VA2 Nedham ms., 25.F.17\ff. 46v-47v\JSC\mf\6-27-95\P:GAS\o\7-5-95\C:JSC ('95 & 7-25-00)
112.VA2.HE1  %XTo S%5r%6 Henry Wooton.
112.VA2.001  S%5r%6! more then kisses letters mingle soules
112.VA2.002  For thus frends absent speake. This ease controules
112.VA2.003  The tediousnesse of my life; but for these
112.VA2.004  I could ideate nothinge that would please
112.VA2.005  But I should wither in one day, and passe
112.VA2.006  To a bottle of hay that am a locke of grasse.
112.VA2.007  Life is a voyage, and in our life's wayes
112.VA2.008  Countreys, Courts, Townes, are Rockes or Remorae's,
112.VA2.009  They breake or stop all shipps yet our state is such [CW:om]
112.VA2.010  That though then pitch they stayne worse, we must touch [f.47]
112.VA2.011  If in the fornace of the eauen line
112.VA2.012  Or vnder the'aduerse Icye Poles y%5u%6 pine
112.VA2.013  Thou knowst two temperate Regions girded in,
112.VA2.014  Dwell there. But oh what refuge canst thou win
112.VA2.015  Parchd' in the Court, and in the Country frozen?
112.VA2.016  Shall Cittys built of both th'extreames be chosen?
112.VA2.017  Can dunge and Garlicke be a perfume? or can
112.VA2.018  A Scorpion or Torpedo cure a man?
112.VA2.019  Cittys is worst of all three: of all three
112.VA2.020  (a knottie riddle) each is worst ae%Lquallie
112.VA2.021  Cittys are Sepulchers, they who dwell there
112.VA2.022  Are Carkases, as if no sucke there were:
112.VA2.023  And %Ysome%Z Courtes are Theaters where some men play
112.VA2.024  Princes, some Slaues, all to one end, and of one clay.
112.VA2.025  The Country is a desart, where no good
112.VA2.026  Gaind, as habitts, not borne is vnderstoode.
112.VA2.027  There men become beasts, and prone to meere euils
112.VA2.028  In Cittys, blockes, and in a leud Court Diuells.
112.VA2.029  As in the first Chaos confusedly
112.VA2.030  Each Elements qualitye were in th'other three,
112.VA2.031  So pride, lust, couetize beinge seuerall
112.VA2.032  To these three places yet are all in all.
112.VA2.033  And mingled thus there issue incestuouse
112.VA2.034  Falshood is Denizond, vertue is Barbarouse.
112.VA2.035  Let no man say there vertues flinty walls
112.VA2.036  Shall locke vice in me, %YIld%Z%>>Ile< do none but knowe all
112.VA2.037  Men are spunges fitt to powre and to receiue
112.VA2.038  Who knowe false play rather then loose deceiue.
112.VA2.039  For in the best vnderstandinges sinne began,
112.VA2.040  Angells sinnd first, then Diuells then Man.
112.VA2.041  Only perchance beasts sin not; wretched we
112.VA2.042  Are beasts in all but white integritye
112.VA2.043  I thinke if men which in these places liue
112.VA2.044  Durst looke for themselues, and themselues retriue
112.VA2.045  They would like strangers greet themselues, seeinge than
112.VA2.046  Vtopian youth, growne old Italian.
112.VA2.047  Be then thy owne home and in thy selfe dwell,
112.VA2.048  Inne any where, continuance maketh Hell,
112.VA2.049  And seinge the snaile which euery way doth roame
112.VA2.050  Carryinge his owne howse still, still is at home, [CW:om]
112.VA2.051  Followe (for he is easy pacd') this Snaile; [f.47v]
112.VA2.052  Be thy owne pallace, or the worlds the goale[sp:sic]
112.VA2.053  And in the worlds Sea do not like Corke sleepe
112.VA2.054  Vpon the waters face; nor in the deepe
112.VA2.055  Sinke like a leade with#out a line; but as
112.VA2.056  Fishes glide leauinge no print where she was
112.VA2.057  Nor makeinge sound: so closely thy course goe
112.VA2.058  Let man dispute whether thou breath or noe,
112.VA2.059  Only in this one thinge be no Gallenist, to make
112.VA2.060  Courts hott, ambitions wholesome; Doe not take
112.VA2.061  A dram of Countryes dullnesse, Doe not adde
112.VA2.062  Correctiues but as Chymicks purge the bad.
112.VA2.063  But S%5r%6 I adduise not you I rather doe
112.VA2.064  Say o're those lessons which I learnt of you,
112.VA2.065  Whome (fre from Germaines Schismes and Lightnesse
112.VA2.066  Of France, and fayre Italyes faythlessnesse)
112.VA2.067  Haueinge from these suckd' all they had of worth
112.VA2.068  And brought home that fayth which you carried forth
112.VA2.069  I throughly loue: But if my selfe I haue wonne
112.VA2.070  To knowe my rules I haue and you haue donne.
112.VA2.0SS  Ioh: Donn.
112.VA2.0$$  %1Ll. 47, 63 ind; I take the ~-like thing after "ideate" in l.4 
             to be his final stroke on the "e"--it's just disconnected; 
             there's an * in the LM at l.7; for l.35's 2nd word I finally 
             settled on "not" because what's there looks like his "t" with the 
             cross-stroke placed too far left; SS aligned at RM%2