IDENTILIN$$ F014O19/ Eng. poet. e.97 (pp.101-02)/TJS/mf/1-24-92/cor EWS/o/5-29-92 014.O19.HE1 Docter Donne to his M%5ris%6.| 014.O19.001 Till I haue peace with thee warre other men, 014.O19.002 And when I haue peace shall I leaue thee then? 014.O19.003 All other warrs are scrupulous, only thou, 014.O19.004 O faire free City! maist thy selfe allow 014.O19.005 To any one: In Flanders who can tell 014.O19.006 Whether the master presse, or men rebell? 014.O19.007 Only wee know that which all Ideots say, 014.O19.008 They beare most blowes which come to part the fray. 014.O19.009 ffrance in her Lunatique giddinesse did hate 014.O19.010 Euer our men, yea and our god of late: 014.O19.011 Yet shee relyes vpon our Angells well, 014.O19.012 Which ne'r retourne, no more then those that fell. 014.O19.013 Sicke Irland is with a strange warre possest, 014.O19.014 Like to an Ague; Now rageing, now att rest. 014.O19.015 Which time will cure; Yet it might doe her good, 014.O19.016 If shee were purg'd, & her head-veine let blood. 014.O19.017 And Midas ioyes our Spanish Iourneys giue, 014.O19.018 Wee touch all gold, but finde no foode to liue. 014.O19.019 And I should bee in that hott parching Clime 014.O19.020 To dust & Ashes turnd before my time. 014.O19.021 To mew mee in a shipp, were to enthrall 014.O19.022 Mee in a Prison that were like to fall. 014.O19.023om 014.O19.024om 014.O19.025 Long Voyages are long Consu%Mptions. 014.O19.026 And shipps are Carts for Executions, 014.O19.027 Yea they are deaths: Is't, not all one to fly 014.O19.028 Into an other world as 'tis to dye? 014.O19.029om 014.O19.030om 014.O19.031 Thine armes imprison mee, & my armes thee, 014.O19.032 Thy heart thy ransome is, take mine for mee. [CW: Other] 014.O19.033 Other men warre that they their rest may gaine; [p. 102 014.O19.034 But wee will rest that wee may striue againe. 014.O19.035 Those warres the Ignorant, these th'experienc'd loue: 014.O19.036 There men are alwaies vnder, here aboue. 014.O19.037 Their Engins a farre off do breed true feare 014.O19.038 Meere thrusts, Pikes, stabs, nor bulletts hurt not heare. 014.O19.039 There lyes are wronges; here safe vprightly lye; 014.O19.040 There men kill men, wee'l make one by and by. 014.O19.041om 014.O19.042om 014.O19.043 Come, come, Thousands wee see that trauell nott 014.O19.044 To warrs, but stay swords, weapons, arms, & shott 014.O19.045 To make att home: And shall not I doe then 014.O19.046 More glorious service staying to make men? 014.O19.0SS Io: Donne. [flourish] 014.O19.0$$ %1line 33 has some smudges which make two words%2 theiry %1and%2 *ay %1difficult to read; EWS: scribe overwrote%2 the may %1to produce%2 theiry