[Footnote 13: Huyghens sent some translations with the letter. He translated into Dutch (retaining the original metres, except that Alexandrines are substituted for decasyllabics) nineteen pieces in all. An examination of these shows that the text he used was a manuscript one, the readings he translates being in more than one instance those of the manuscript, as opposed to the printed, tradition. In a note which he prefixed to the translations when he published them many years later in his _Korenbloemen_ (1672) he states that Charles I, having heard of his intention to translate Dr. Donne, 'declared he did not believe that anyone could acquit himself of that task with credit'--an interesting testimony to the admiration which Charles felt for the poetry of Donne. A copy of the 1633 edition now in the British Museum is said to have belonged to the King, and to bear the marks of his interest in particular passages. Huyghens's comment on Charles's criticism shows what it was in the English language which most struck a foreigner speaking a tongue of a purer Germanic strain: 'I feel sure that he would not have passed so absolute a sentence had he known the richness of our language, a moderate command of which is sufficient to enable one to render the thoughts of peoples of all countries with ease and delight. From these I must, however, except the English; for their language is all languages; and as it pleases them, Greek and Latin become plain English. But since _we_ do not thus admit foreign words it is easy to understand in what difficulty we find ourselves when we have to express in a pure German speech, _Ecstasis_, _Atomi_, _Influentiae_, _Legatum_, _Alloy_, and the like. Set these aside and the rest costs us no great effort.' At the end of his life Huyghens wrote a poem of reminiscences, _Sermones de Vita Propria_, in which he recalls the impression that Donne had left upon his mind: Voortreffelyk Donn, o deugdzaam leeraer, duld Dat ik u bovenal, daar'k u bij voorkeur noeme, Als godlijk Dichter en welsprekend Reednaer roeme, Uit uwen gulden mond, 'tzij ge in een vriendenzaal Of van den kansel spraakt, klonk louter godentaal, Wier nektar ik zoo vaak met harte wellust proefde. 'Suffer me, all-surpassing Donne, virtuous teacher, to name you first and above all; and sing your fame as god-like poet and eloquent preacher. From your golden mouth, whether in the chamber of a friend, or in the pulpit, fell the speech of Gods, whose nectar I drank again and again with heartfelt joy.' Vondel did not share the enthusiasm of Huyghens and Hooft.] [Footnote 14: That is, many poems of his early years.]