[12 state: _1635-69:_ state _1633_] [14 wishing prayers, _1633_, _A18_, _D_, _H49_, _JC_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _S_, _S96_, _TC_, _W:_ wishing, prayers, _1669_, _HN:_ wishes, prayers, _1635-54_, _B_, _Cy_, _O'F_, _P_, _Chambers_] [20 playes] players _1639-69_] [21 are like _1633_, _A18_, _D_, _H49_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _S_, _S96_ (are now like), _TC_, _W:_ are _om. (metri causa) 1635-69_, _B_, _Cy_, _JC_, _O'F_] [23-4 are egregeous guests, And but dull Morals at a game of Chests. _1669_] [25 now'tis] 'tis an _1669_] [27 _At Court;_ though, _From Court, &c._ _W:_ _At Court_, though from Court, _&c._ _1633-69_] _H: W: in Hiber: belligeranti._ Went you to conquer? and have so much lost Yourself, that what in you was best and most, Respective friendship, should so quickly dye? In publique gaine my share'is not such that I Would lose your love for Ireland: better cheap 5 I pardon death (who though he do not reap Yet gleanes hee many of our frends away) Then that your waking mind should bee a prey To lethargies. Lett shott, and boggs, and skeines With bodies deale, as fate bids and restreynes; 10 Ere sicknesses attack, yong death is best, Who payes before his death doth scape arrest. Lett not your soule (at first with graces fill'd, And since, and thorough crooked lymbecks, still'd In many schools and courts, which quicken it,) 15 It self unto the Irish negligence submit. I aske not labored letters which should weare Long papers out: nor letters which should feare Dishonest carriage: or a seers art: Nor such as from the brayne come, but the hart. 20 [H: W: _&c._ _Burley MS._ (JD _in margin_) _i.e._ Henrico Wottoni in Hibernia belligeranti] [2 that] y^t _Bur, and similarly_ y^e (the), y^r (your), w^{ch} (which), w^{th} (with) _throughout_] [2-3 most, Respective friendship,] _no commas_, _Bur_] [4 share'is] share is _Bur_] [9 lethargies.] letargies. _Bur_] [10 restreynes;] restreynes _Bur_] [11 attack,] attack _Bur_ best,] best _Bur_] [13 (at first] _Bur closes bracket after_ first _and again after_ 15 quicken it,] [14 since,] since _Bur_] [19 art:] art _Bur_] _To the Countesse of Bedford._ MADAME, Reason is our Soules left hand, Faith her right, By these wee reach divinity, that's you; Their loves, who have the blessings of your light, Grew from their reason, mine from faire faith grew. But as, although a squint lefthandednesse 5 Be'ungracious, yet we cannot want that hand, So would I, not to encrease, but to expresse My faith, as I beleeve, so understand.