IDENTILIN$$  F113B32|Harley 4955, f. 107v\GL\P:GAS\o\6-23-95\C:JSC ('95 & 7-25-00)
113.B32.0HE  To M%5r%6 Rowland Woodward
113.B32.001  Like One who in her third Widowhead doth professe
113.B32.002  Herselfe a Nunne, tyed to retirednes,
113.B32.003  So affects my Muse now a Chast fallownes.
113.B32.004  Since she to fewe, yett to to manye hath showne
113.B32.005  Howe love songe weedes, and satryique thornes are growne
113.B32.006  Where seedes of better Artes, weare earely sowne,
113.B32.007  Though to vse, and love Poetyre, to mee
113.B32.008  Betroth'd to noe one Art, bee no Adulteres,
113.B32.009  Omissions of good, ill, as ill deedes bee.
113.B32.010  For though to vs it seeme, and be light, and thin
113.B32.011  Yett in those faythfull scales, where God throwes in
113.B32.012  Mens workes, Vanitye wayes as much as sin.
113.B32.013  If our soules haue staynd there first wight, yett wee
113.B32.014  May cloth them w%5th%6 fayth, and deare honestee,
113.B32.015  W%5ch%6 God imputes as natiue Puritee.
113.B32.016  There is no Vertue, but Religion,
113.B32.017  Wise, valiant, sober, iust, are names, w%5ch%6 none
113.B32.018  Want, w%5ch%6 want not vice-covering Discretione
113.B32.019  Seeke wee then our selues in Ourselues; for as
113.B32.020  Men force the sun w%5th%6 much prone[sic] force to pas
113.B32.021  By gathering hys beames w%5th%6 a Christall Glas;
113.B32.022  Soe wee, yf wee into ourselues will turne
113.B32.023  bloweing our sparkes of vertue, may out burne
113.B32.024  The strawe, w%5ch%6 doth about our harts seiorne.
113.B32.025  you knowe Phisitions when they would infuse
113.B32.026  Into any Oyle the soule of symples, vse
113.B32.027  Places, where they may lye still warme to Chuse.
113.B32.028  So workes retyrednes in vs; to Rome
113.B32.029  Giddilye, and be everye where but at home
113.B32.030  Such freedome doth a banishment become.
113.B32.031  Wee are but Farmers of our selues, yett may
113.B32.032  if wee can stocke our selues, and there vplay
113.B32.033  Much, much Deare treasure for the great rent day.
113.B32.034  Manure thy selfe then, to thy selfe bee approv'd
113.B32.035  And w%5th%6 vayne outward thinges be noe more mov'd
113.B32.036  But to know, that I love thee, and would be lov'd.
113.B32.0SS  [om]
113.B32.0$$  %1No ind; HE in large gothic letters.  Poem arranged in triplets.%2