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113.B46.0HE  A letter to Rowland /Woodwarde:[grape cluster]
113.B46.001  Like one, who in hir third widdowehood doth professe
113.B46.002  Hirselfe a nunne, tyde to retirednes
113.B46.003  So affects my Muse now a Chast Holines
113.B46.004  Since she to few, yet to too many hath showne
113.B46.005  How Loue=Songe=weedes, and Satyrique thornes, are growne
113.B46.006  Where Seedes of better Arts, were early sowne.
113.B46.007  For, thoughe to vse, and loue Poetry to me
113.B46.008  Betroth't to no one Arte, be not Adulterye,
113.B46.009  Omissions of good, ill, as ill deedes bee.
113.B46.010  Thoughe to vse it, seeme, and be light and thin
113.B46.011  Yet in those faithfull Scales, where God throwes in
113.B46.012  Mens workes; vanity weighes as much as Sin.
113.B46.013  If our Soules haue stain'd theire first white, yet wee
113.B46.014  May cloathe the%M with faith an* deere Integritie
113.B46.015  Which God imputes as natiue Puritie.
113.B46.016  There is noe virtue but Relligion
113.B46.017  Wise, valiant, Sober, Iust, are names which none
113.B46.018  Want, which want not vice=coueringe Discretion
113.B46.019  Seeke we then our Selues in our Selues for as
113.B46.020  Men force the Sun with much more force to passe
113.B46.021  By gatheringe his beames with a Christall Glasse. [CW:om]
113.B46.022  Soe wee, if we into our Selues will turne [64]
113.B46.023  Blowinge our Sparkes of virtue, may out=burne
113.B46.024  The Strawe, which doth about our harts soiourne
113.B46.025  You knowe, Physitians when they would infuse
113.B46.026  Into any Oyle, the Soule of Simples, vse
113.B46.027  Places where they may still lye warme, to chuse.
113.B46.028  So work's retirednes in us: to rome
113.B46.029  Giddily, and be euery where, but at home
113.B46.030  Such freedome doth a Banishment become.
113.B46.031  Wee are but farmers of our Selues, yet may
113.B46.032  If we can stocke ourselues, and thriue, vplay
113.B46.033  Much, much good treasure, for the great rent-daye.
113.B46.034  Manure thy Selfe then; to thy Selfe b'approu'd
113.B46.035  And with vayne outward frinds be no more mou'd:
113.B46.036  But knowe that I loue thee, and would be lou'd.|
113.B46.0SS  Finis /["A P." surrounded on two sides by grape clusters]
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