IDENTILIN$$ F12937a|HWVenice|Wotton, Reliquiae... (Wing W3650)|sigs. C6v-7v|T,FM:EWS\o\1984\elec.copy\JSC\2-18-04\p:mvf\ews(cd)\2-22-07 129.37a.HE1om 129.37a.001 %1Sir%2, /AFter those %1reverend Papers%2, whose soul is 129.37a.002 Our good, and great %1Kings%2 lov'd hand, & feard %/(name, 129.37a.003 By which to you he derives much of his; 129.37a.004 And, how he may, makes you almost the same. 129.37a.005 A %1Taper%2 of his %1Torch%2, a Copy writ 129.37a.006 From his Original, and a fair %1Beam%2 129.37a.007 Of the same warm and dazling %1sun%2, though it 129.37a.008 Must in another Sphere his vertue stream. 129.37a.009 After those %1Learned Papers%2, which your hand 129.37a.010 Hath stor'd with notes of %1use%2 and %1pleasure%2 too; 129.37a.011 From which rich treasury you may command 129.37a.012 Fit matter whether you will %1write%2 or %1doe%2. 129.37a.013 After those %1loving Papers%2 where friends send 129.37a.014 With glad grief to your sea-ward-steps fare wel 129.37a.015 Which thicken on you now as %1prayers%2 ascend 129.37a.016 To %1heaven%2 on troops at'a good mans %1passing%2-%/(%1bell%2; 129.37a.017 Admit this %1honest Paper%2, and allow 129.37a.018 It such an audience as your self would ask; 129.37a.019 What you would say at %1Venice%2, this saies now, 129.37a.020 And has for %1nature%2 what you have for %1task%2. 129.37a.021 To swear much %1love%2; nor to be chang'd before 129.37a.022 %1Honour%2 alone will to your fortune fit, 129.37a.023 Nor shall I then honour your %1fortune%2 more, 129.37a.024 Then I have done your %1honour-wanting-wit%2. 129.37a.025 But 'tis an easier load, (though both oppress) 129.37a.026 To want, then govern %1greatness%2; for we are 129.37a.027 In that, our own, and onely business; 129.37a.028 In this, we must for others vices care. 129.37a.029 'Tis therefore well, your spirits now are plac'd 129.37a.030 In their last furnace, in activitie; 129.37a.031 Which fits them: %1Schools%2, & %1Courts%2, & %1VVars%2 ore-%/(past 129.37a.032 To touch and taste in any best degree. 129.37a.033 For %1me%2! (if there be such a thing as I) 129.37a.034 %1Fortune%2, (%1i%2f there be such a thing as she) 129.37a.035 Finds that I bear so well her %1tyrannie%2, 129.37a.036 That she thinks nothing else so fit for me. 129.37a.037 But, though she part us, to hear my oft %1prayers%2 129.37a.038 For your %1increase%2, God is as near me here; 129.37a.039 And, to send you what I shall beg, his staires 129.37a.040 In %1length%2, and %1ease%2, are alike every where. 129.37a.0SS %1I. Donne%2. 129.37a.0$$ Ten 4-line sts div by space; even no'd lines ind; SS aligned right