Kindly I envy thy songs perfection Built of all th'elements as our bodyes are: That Litle of earth that is in it, is a faire Delicious garden where all sweetes are sowne. In it is cherishing fyer which dryes in mee 5 Griefe which did drowne me: and halfe quench'd by it Are satirique fyres which urg'd me to have writt In skorne of all: for now I admyre thee. And as Ayre doth fullfill the hollownes Of rotten walls; so it myne emptines, 10 Where tost and mov'd it did beget this sound Which as a lame Eccho of thyne doth rebound. Oh, I was dead; but since thy song new Life did give, I recreated, even by thy creature, live. [To M^r R. W. _W:_ _published here for the first time_] [6 which] w^{ch} _W_, _and so always_] [10 emptines,] emptines. _W_] [13-14 Oh, ... give, ... recreated, ... creature,] _no commas_, _W_] To M^r _S. B._ O Thou which to search out the secret parts Of the India, or rather Paradise Of knowledge, hast with courage and advise Lately launch'd into the vast Sea of Arts, Disdaine not in thy constant travailing 5 To doe as other Voyagers, and make Some turnes into lesse Creekes, and wisely take Fresh water at the Heliconian spring; I sing not, Siren like, to tempt; for I Am harsh; nor as those Scismatiques with you, 10 Which draw all wits of good hope to their crew; But seeing in you bright sparkes of Poetry, I, though I brought no fuell, had desire With these Articulate blasts to blow the fire. [To M^r S. B. _O'F:_ To M. S. B. _1633-69_, _A18_, _N_, _TCC_, _TCD_, _W_] [10 harsh; _1650-69:_ harsh, _1633-39_] [12 seeing] seing _1633:_ seene _TCD_, _W:_ seeme _TCC_] [13 I, though] I thought _1650-54_ had] but _1650-54_] To M^r _I. L._ Of that short Roll of friends writ in my heart Which with thy name begins, since their depart, Whether in the English Provinces they be, Or drinke of Po, Sequan, or Danubie, There's none that sometimes greets us not, and yet 5 Your Trent is Lethe; that past, us you forget. You doe not duties of Societies, If from the'embrace of a lov'd wife you rise, View your fat Beasts, stretch'd Barnes, and labour'd fields, Eate, play, ryde, take all joyes which all day yeelds, 10 And then againe to your embracements goe: Some houres on us your frends, and some bestow Upon your Muse, else both wee shall repent, I that my love, she that her guifts on you are spent. [To M^r I. L. _W:_ To M. I. L. _1633-69:_ To M. I. L. _A18_, _N_, _TCC_, _TCD:_ To M^r T. L. _O'F_] [5 sometimes] sometime _1635-39_, _Chambers_] [6 Lethe; _W:_ Lethe', _1633-69_ forget. _1639-69_, _W:_ forget, _1633-35_] [13 your] thy _W_] [14 you] thee _W_ spent.] spent _1633_] To M^r _B. B._