Yet as a firme house, though the Carpenter Perish, doth stand: As an Embassadour 5 Lyes safe, how e'r his king be in danger: So, though I languish, prest with Melancholy, My verse, the strict Map of my misery, Shall live to see that, for whose want I dye. Therefore I envie them, and doe repent, 10 That from unhappy mee, things happy'are sent; Yet as a Picture, or bare Sacrament, Accept these lines, and if in them there be Merit of love, bestow that love on mee. [To M^r T. W. _W:_ An Old Letter. _D_, _H49:_ A Letter. _S96:_ Letter. _O'F:_ _no heading_, _and following the preceding without any interval_, _1633_, _A18_, _N_, _TC:_ Incerto. _1635-69_] [5 As _W:_ as _1633-69_] [7 Melancholy] Malancholy _1633_] [14 of love,] of love _1633_] To M^r _R. W._ Zealously my Muse doth salute all thee, Enquiring of that mistique trinitee Whereof thou,'and all to whom heavens do infuse Like fyer, are made; thy body, mind, and Muse. Dost thou recover sicknes, or prevent? 5 Or is thy Mind travail'd with discontent? Or art thou parted from the world and mee, In a good skorn of the worlds vanitee? Or is thy devout Muse retyr'd to sing Vpon her tender Elegiaque string? 10 Our Minds part not, joyne then thy Muse with myne, For myne is barren thus devorc'd from thyne. [To M^r R. W. _A23_, _W:_ _first printed in Gosse's_ Life and Letters of John Donne, _&c._, 1899] [1 thee,] thee _W_] To M^r _R. W._ Mvse not that by thy mind thy body is led: For by thy mind, my mind's distempered. So thy Care lives long, for I bearing part It eates not only thyne, but my swolne hart. And when it gives us intermission 5 We take new harts for it to feede upon. But as a Lay Mans Genius doth controule Body and mind; the Muse beeing the Soules Soule Of Poets, that methinks should ease our anguish, Although our bodyes wither and minds languish. 10 Wright then, that my griefes which thine got may bee Cured by thy charming soveraigne melodee. [M^r R. W. _A23_, _W:_ _printed here for the first time_] To M^r _C. B._