IDENTILIN$$  F112WN1 HWKiss|Dolau Cothi ms.|pp. 137-39\JW\EWS trans\2-3-95\P:T-LP\o\5-10-95\C:JGW\9-17-99; JSC 10-5-99
112.WN1.HE1  To S%5r%6 H W many yeares since.
112.WN1.001  S%5r.%6 More then kisses letters mingle Soules;
112.WN1.002  For thus friends absent speake. This ease controules
112.WN1.003  The tediousnesse of my life: But for these
112.WN1.004  I could Ideate nothinge which could please
112.WN1.005  But I should wither in one daie, and passe
112.WN1.006  To a Bottle of haie, that am a lock of grasse.
112.WN1.007  Life is a voyage, and in our lifes waies
112.WN1.008  Countries, Courts, Townes, and Rocks, or Remoraes
112.WN1.009  They breake or stop all ships, yet our state is such
112.WN1.010  That though then Pitch they staine, worse wee mvst touch
112.WN1.011  If in the furnace of the raginge line,
112.WN1.012  Or vnder the aduerse ioy[sic] Poles thou pine;
112.WN1.013  Thou knowst two temperate Regions girded in, [CW:Dwell.]
112.WN1.014  Dwell there; but oh what refuge canst thou win, [p.138]
112.WN1.015  Parchd in the Court, and in the Country frozen?
112.WN1.016  Shall cities built of both extreames bee chosen?
112.WN1.017  Can dung, and Garlick, bee a Perfume? Or can
112.WN1.018  A Scorpion and Torpedo cure a man?
112.WN1.019  Cities are worst of all three, of all three
112.WN1.020  (O knottie Ridle) each is worst equallie.
112.WN1.021  Cities are Sepulchres, they who dwell there
112.WN1.022  Are karkases, as if no such there were.
112.WN1.023  And Courtes, Are Theaters, where som%Te men plaie
112.WN1.024  Princes, some slaues; all to one end, and of one claie
112.WN1.025  The Countrie is a Desart, where no good
112.WN1.026  Gaind, as Habitts, not borne, is vnderstood.
112.WN1.027  There Men become beasts, and prone to mere[sic] evills
112.WN1.028  In Citties blocks, and in a lewd Court Deuills..[sic]
112.WN1.029  As in the first Chaos confusedlie
112.WN1.030  Each Elements Qualities, were in the other three;
112.WN1.031  So pride, Lust, Couetise, being seuerall,
112.WN1.032  To thes three places, yet all are in all;
112.WN1.033  And mingled thus their Issue incestuous,
112.WN1.034  Falshood is Denizend, Vertue barbarous.
112.WN1.035  Lett no man saie there, Vertues flintie wall
112.WN1.036  Shall lock Vice in mee: Ile doe none. But know all.
112.WN1.037  Men are Spunges, whict[sic] to powre out receaue.
112.WN1.038  Who know false plaie, rather then loose deceaue.
112.WN1.039  For in best vnderstandinges Sin began%T;
112.WN1.040  Angells sind first, then Deuells, and then Man.
112.WN1.041  Only perchance Beasts sin nott; wretched wee
112.WN1.042  Are Beasts in all, but white Integritie.
112.WN1.043  I thinke, if men, which in those places liue,
112.WN1.044  Durst looke for themselues, and themselues retriue
112.WN1.045  They would like Strangers, greet them selues; seeinge than
112.WN1.046  Vtopian youth growne old Italian. [CW:om]
112.WN1.047  Bee then thine owne home, and in thy selfe dwell [p.139]
112.WN1.048  Inne aniwhere, Continuance maketh Hell
112.WN1.049  And seeinge the snaile, which every where doth rome
112.WN1.050  Carying his owne howse still, still is at home;
112.WN1.051  Follow (for hee is easie pacd,) this Snaile,
112.WN1.052  Bee thyne owne Pallace, or the Worlds thy Iayle.
112.WN1.053  And in the worlds Sea, doe not like Corke, sleepe
112.WN1.054  Vppon the Waters face; nor in the Deepe
112.WN1.055  Sinck like a Lead, with out A lyne; But as
112.WN1.056  Fishes glide, leauinge no print, where they passe
112.WN1.057  Nor makyng sound; so closely thy course goe;
112.WN1.058  Lett men dispute, whether thou breath or noe.
112.WN1.059  Only in this one thinge, bee no Galenist. To make
112.WN1.060  Courtes hott ambitions wholesome, doe not take
112.WN1.061  A Dreame[sic] of Countries dulnesse, doe not add
112.WN1.062  Correctiues, but as Chymicks, purge the badd.
112.WN1.063  But S%5r.%6 I aduise not yow, I rather doe
112.WN1.064  Saie ore those lessons, which I learnd of yow
112.WN1.065  Whome free from Germaine Schismes, and lightness
112.WN1.066  Of France, And faire Italies faithlessnes,
112.WN1.067  Having from these, suckt all they had of worth,
112.WN1.068  And brought home that fayth which yow carried forth
112.WN1.069  I throughly loue. But if my selfe I haue wone
112.WN1.070  To knowe my rules, I haue, and yow haue /Donne|
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