IDENTILIN$$ F112WN1 HWKiss|Dolau Cothi ms.|pp. 137-39\JW\EWS trans\2-3-95\P:T-LP\o\5-10-95\C:JGW\9-17-99; JSC 10-5-99
112.WN1.HE1 To S%5r%6 H W many yeares since.
112.WN1.001 S%5r.%6 More then kisses letters mingle Soules;
112.WN1.002 For thus friends absent speake. This ease controules
112.WN1.003 The tediousnesse of my life: But for these
112.WN1.004 I could Ideate nothinge which could please
112.WN1.005 But I should wither in one daie, and passe
112.WN1.006 To a Bottle of haie, that am a lock of grasse.
112.WN1.007 Life is a voyage, and in our lifes waies
112.WN1.008 Countries, Courts, Townes, and Rocks, or Remoraes
112.WN1.009 They breake or stop all ships, yet our state is such
112.WN1.010 That though then Pitch they staine, worse wee mvst touch
112.WN1.011 If in the furnace of the raginge line,
112.WN1.012 Or vnder the aduerse ioy[sic] Poles thou pine;
112.WN1.013 Thou knowst two temperate Regions girded in, [CW:Dwell.]
112.WN1.014 Dwell there; but oh what refuge canst thou win, [p.138]
112.WN1.015 Parchd in the Court, and in the Country frozen?
112.WN1.016 Shall cities built of both extreames bee chosen?
112.WN1.017 Can dung, and Garlick, bee a Perfume? Or can
112.WN1.018 A Scorpion and Torpedo cure a man?
112.WN1.019 Cities are worst of all three, of all three
112.WN1.020 (O knottie Ridle) each is worst equallie.
112.WN1.021 Cities are Sepulchres, they who dwell there
112.WN1.022 Are karkases, as if no such there were.
112.WN1.023 And Courtes, Are Theaters, where som%Te men plaie
112.WN1.024 Princes, some slaues; all to one end, and of one claie
112.WN1.025 The Countrie is a Desart, where no good
112.WN1.026 Gaind, as Habitts, not borne, is vnderstood.
112.WN1.027 There Men become beasts, and prone to mere[sic] evills
112.WN1.028 In Citties blocks, and in a lewd Court Deuills..[sic]
112.WN1.029 As in the first Chaos confusedlie
112.WN1.030 Each Elements Qualities, were in the other three;
112.WN1.031 So pride, Lust, Couetise, being seuerall,
112.WN1.032 To thes three places, yet all are in all;
112.WN1.033 And mingled thus their Issue incestuous,
112.WN1.034 Falshood is Denizend, Vertue barbarous.
112.WN1.035 Lett no man saie there, Vertues flintie wall
112.WN1.036 Shall lock Vice in mee: Ile doe none. But know all.
112.WN1.037 Men are Spunges, whict[sic] to powre out receaue.
112.WN1.038 Who know false plaie, rather then loose deceaue.
112.WN1.039 For in best vnderstandinges Sin began%T;
112.WN1.040 Angells sind first, then Deuells, and then Man.
112.WN1.041 Only perchance Beasts sin nott; wretched wee
112.WN1.042 Are Beasts in all, but white Integritie.
112.WN1.043 I thinke, if men, which in those places liue,
112.WN1.044 Durst looke for themselues, and themselues retriue
112.WN1.045 They would like Strangers, greet them selues; seeinge than
112.WN1.046 Vtopian youth growne old Italian. [CW:om]
112.WN1.047 Bee then thine owne home, and in thy selfe dwell [p.139]
112.WN1.048 Inne aniwhere, Continuance maketh Hell
112.WN1.049 And seeinge the snaile, which every where doth rome
112.WN1.050 Carying his owne howse still, still is at home;
112.WN1.051 Follow (for hee is easie pacd,) this Snaile,
112.WN1.052 Bee thyne owne Pallace, or the Worlds thy Iayle.
112.WN1.053 And in the worlds Sea, doe not like Corke, sleepe
112.WN1.054 Vppon the Waters face; nor in the Deepe
112.WN1.055 Sinck like a Lead, with out A lyne; But as
112.WN1.056 Fishes glide, leauinge no print, where they passe
112.WN1.057 Nor makyng sound; so closely thy course goe;
112.WN1.058 Lett men dispute, whether thou breath or noe.
112.WN1.059 Only in this one thinge, bee no Galenist. To make
112.WN1.060 Courtes hott ambitions wholesome, doe not take
112.WN1.061 A Dreame[sic] of Countries dulnesse, doe not add
112.WN1.062 Correctiues, but as Chymicks, purge the badd.
112.WN1.063 But S%5r.%6 I aduise not yow, I rather doe
112.WN1.064 Saie ore those lessons, which I learnd of yow
112.WN1.065 Whome free from Germaine Schismes, and lightness
112.WN1.066 Of France, And faire Italies faithlessnes,
112.WN1.067 Having from these, suckt all they had of worth,
112.WN1.068 And brought home that fayth which yow carried forth
112.WN1.069 I throughly loue. But if my selfe I haue wone
112.WN1.070 To knowe my rules, I haue, and yow haue /Donne|
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