IDENTILIN$$ F114H06|TWHail|Eng. 966.5 (O'Flahertie ms.)|p. 198\CMR\mf\5-20-92\P:DF\o\3-23-01\C:JSC\4-20-01 114.H06.HE1 %XA Letter [%1erasure%2] >To M.%5r%6 I.W.< 114.H06.001 All hayle, Sweete poet, more full of more str>a%>o>Then< hath or shall enkindle my dull spirit 114.H06.003 I loue what Nature gaue thee, but thy merit 114.H06.004 Of witt and art I loue not, but admire. 114.H06.005 Who hath before or shall write after thee 114.H06.006 Theyr workes, though toughly laboured, will bee 114.H06.007 Like Infancy or Age to mans firme stay 114.H06.008 Or early or->>and< late%Y,%Z Twylights[sic] for->>to< Midday. 114.H06.009 Men say, and truely, that they better bee 114.H06.010 (W.%5ch%6 bee enuyd then pittyd, therefore I 114.H06.011 Because I wish thee best doe thee enuy. 114.H06.012 O wouldst thou by like reason pitty mee! 114.H06.013 But care not for mee; I that neuer-->euer was 114.H06.014 In fortunes, or in Natures gifts, alas. 114.H06.015 (But %Yby%Z>%Vfor< thy Grace got in the Muses schoole) 114.H06.016 A Monster and a begger, am %Jnow%K a foole.| 114.H06.017 O how I greeue that late borne Modesty 114.H06.018 Hath got such roote in %Jall#soft%K[var:\>easy%Vbut< thy selfe, no subiect can bee found 114.H06.022 Worthy thy Quill, or any quill resound 114.H06.023 Thy worth but thine. How good it were to see 114.H06.024 A poeme in thy prayse and writt by thee? 114.H06.025 Now if this Song bee too harsh for rime; yet as 114.H06.026 The Paynters badd God made a good diuell 114.H06.027 T'will bee good prose >%Val