IDENTILIN$$ F12953b|HWVenice|Walton, LIVES (STC W672)|pp. 109-10\T,FM:EWS\o\<1984\elec.copy\JSC\2-18-04\p&c:mvf\EEBO(W672)\2-23-07 129.53b.HE1om 129.53b.001 %1SIR,%2 /%+A%1Fter those%2 reverend Papers, %1whose soul is 129.53b.002 Our good, and great%2 Kings %1lov'd hand, and feard %\(name: 129.53b.003 By which to you he derives much of his, 129.53b.004 And, how he may, makes you almost the same; 129.53b.005 A%2 Taper %1of his%2 Torch: %1a Copy writ 129.53b.006 From his Original, and a fair%2 Beam 129.53b.007 %1Of the same warm and dazling%2 Sun, %1though it 129.53b.008 Must in another%2 Sphear %1his vertue stream; 129.53b.009 After those%2 Learned Papers %1which your hand 129.53b.010 Hath stor'd with notes of%2 use %1and%2 pleasure %1too: 129.53b.011 From which rich treasury you may command 129.53b.012 Fit matter whether you will write or do: 129.53b.013 After those%2 loving Papers %1which Friends send 129.53b.014 With glad grief to your Sea-ward-steps farewell, 129.53b.015 And thicken on you now as%2 prayers %1ascend 129.53b.016 To%2 Heaven %1on troops at a good mans%2 passing-Bell: 129.53b.017 %1Admit this%2 honest Paper; %1and, allow 129.53b.018 It such an audience as your self would ask; 129.53b.019 What you would say at%2 Venice, %1this says now, 129.53b.020 And has for%2 nature %1what you have for%2 task. 129.53b.021 %1To swear much%2 love; %1nor to be chang'd before%2 129.53b.022 Honour %1alone will to your fortune fit, 129.53b.023 Nor shall I then honour your%2 fortune %1more, 129.53b.024 Then I have done your%2 honour-wanting-wit. 129.53b.025 %1But 'tis an easier load (though both oppress) 129.53b.026 To want, then govern%2 greatness; %1for we are 129.53b.027 In that, our own, and onely business; 129.53b.028 In this, we must for others vices care. 129.53b.029 'Tis therefore well, your spirits now are plac'd 129.53b.030 In their last furnace, in activity; 129.53b.031 Which fits them:%2 Schools, %1and%2 Courts, %1and%2 Wars %\%1(ore-past 129.53b.032 To touch and taste in any best degree. 129.53b.033 For%2 me! %1(if there be such a thing as I)%2 129.53b.034 Fortune %1(if there be such a thing as she) 129.53b.035 Finds that I bear so well her%2 tyranny, 129.53b.036 %1That she thinks nothing else so fit for me. 129.53b.037 But, though she part us, to hear my oft%2 prayers 129.53b.038 %1For your%2 encrease, %1God is as near me here: 129.53b.039 And, to send you what I shall beg, his stairs 129.53b.040 In%2 length, %1and%2 ease, %1are alike every where%2. 129.53b.0SS J. Donne. 129.53b.0$$ Ten 4-line sts div by space; even-no'd lines ind; SS aligned right