IDENTILIN$$  F113C09|RWThird|Luttrell MS|f. 63r-v\E:GL\P:EWS\o\7-5-95\C:JSC\Sept'95;5-29-01,9-11-01
113.C09.0HE  %XA Letter to Rowland Woodward.
113.C09.001  Like one who in her third widdowhood doth professe
113.C09.002  Herselfe a Nun ty'd to retyrednesse
113.C09.003  So affects my Muse now a chast holinesse.|
113.C09.004  Since shee to few yet too many hath flowne
113.C09.005  How long loues weedes & %Jsatyrique%K[Mvar:>%Jsabi%Krique<] thornes are growne
113.C09.006  Where seeds of better Arts were early sowne?
113.C09.007  Though to vse & loue Poetry, to me
113.C09.008  Betroth'd to no one Art, be no Adultery
113.C09.009  Omissions of good as ill as ill deeds bee.
113.C09.010  For though to vs it seeme but light & thinne
113.C09.011  Yet in those faithfull scales where God throwes in
113.C09.012  mens workes, Vanitye weighs as much as Sinne.
113.C09.013  If our soules haue staynd their first whites, yet wee
113.C09.014  May cloath them with faith & deare integritye
113.C09.015  Which god imputes as naked puritye.
113.C09.016  There is no virtue but Religion
113.C09.017  Wise, valiant, sober, Iust, are names w%5ch%6 none
113.C09.018  Want, which want not vice-couering discretion%M.|
113.C09.019  Seeke we then ourselues in our selues, for as
113.C09.020  Men force the Sun with much more force to passe
113.C09.021  By gathering his beames with a Christall glasse
113.C09.022  So wee,#if%>>wee(if< wee into our selues will turne)
113.C09.023  blowing our sparkes of virtue may outburne
113.C09.024  The straw which doth about our heartes soiourne.
113.C09.025  You know, Phisitians when they would infuse
113.C09.026  Into an oyle the soule of simples, vse
113.C09.027  Places where they may still lye warme, to choose. [CW:om]
113.C09.028  So workes retyrednesse in vs. To rome [63v]
113.C09.029  Giddilye & be euery where but at home
113.C09.030  Such freedome doth a banishment become.
113.C09.031  Wee are but farmars of ourselues, yet may
113.C09.032  If wee can stocke ourselues & thriue, vp-lay  
113.C09.033  Much much good Treasure for y%5e%6 great rent day.
113.C09.034  Manure thyselfe then, to thyselfe be approu'd, 
113.C09.035  And with vaine outward shewes be no more moou'd
113.C09.036  But to know that I loue thee & would be lou'd.
113.C09.0SS  [horiz. lines]
113.C09.0$$  %1Div by horiz. ll. into 3-line sts; no ind; no horiz. ll. 
separating HE & body, as in other poems in this ms.%2