Blest are your North parts, for all this long time My Sun is with you, cold and darke'is our Clime: Heavens Sun, which staid so long from us this yeare, Staid in your North (I thinke) for she was there, And hether by kinde nature drawne from thence, 5 Here rages, chafes, and threatens pestilence; Yet I, as long as shee from hence doth staie, Thinke this no South, no Sommer, nor no day. With thee my kinde and unkinde heart is run, There sacrifice it to that beauteous Sun: 10 And since thou art in Paradise and need'st crave No joyes addition, helpe thy friend to save. So may thy pastures with their flowery feasts, As suddenly as Lard, fat thy leane beasts; So may thy woods oft poll'd, yet ever weare 15 A greene, and when thee list, a golden haire; So may all thy sheepe bring forth Twins; and so In chace and race may thy horse all out goe; So may thy love and courage ne'r be cold; Thy Sonne ne'r Ward; Thy lov'd wife ne'r seem old; But maist thou wish great things, and them attaine, 21 As thou telst her, and none but her, my paine. [To M^r I. L. _Ed:_ To M. I. L. _A18_, _N_, _TCC_, _TCD_, _W:_ To M^r T. L. _O'F:_ To M. I. P. _1633-69_] [6 rages, chafes, _Ed:_ rages chafes _1633-39:_ rages, chafes _1650-69:_ rages, burnes, _W_] [11-12 _these lines from W: they have not previously been printed_] [16 when thee list, _Ed:_ when thee list _1633_, _A18_, _N_, _TC:_ (when she list) _1635-69_, _O'F:_ when thou wilt _W_] [20 lov'd wife] fair wife _W_] [22 her, ... her, _Ed:_ her ... her _1633:_ her, ... her _1635-69_] To Sir _H. W._ at his going Ambassador to _Venice_. After those reverend papers, whose soule is Our good and great Kings lov'd hand and fear'd name, By which to you he derives much of his, And (how he may) makes you almost the same, A Taper of his Torch, a copie writ 5 From his Originall, and a faire beame Of the same warme, and dazeling Sun, though it Must in another Sphere his vertue streame: After those learned papers which your hand Hath stor'd with notes of use and pleasure too, 10 From which rich treasury you may command Fit matter whether you will write or doe: After those loving papers, where friends tend With glad griefe, to your Sea-ward steps, farewel, Which thicken on you now, as prayers ascend 15 To heaven in troupes at'a good mans passing bell: Admit this honest paper, and allow It such an audience as your selfe would aske; What you must say at Venice this meanes now, And hath for nature, what you have for taske: 20