And now thy Almes is given, thy letter'is read,
The body risen againe, the which was dead,
And thy poore starveling bountifully fed.
The body risen againe, the which was dead,
And thy poore starveling bountifully fed.
John Donne
: _O'F_, _W:_ To M.
T.
W.
_1633-69_, _A18_, _N_,
_TCC_, _TCD_]
[1 verse, _1669:_ verse _1633-54_]
[2 to him, my pain and pleasure. _W_, _and Chambers_ (_without
comma_): to him; My pain, and pleasure _1633-69:_ to him. My
pain and pleasure, _Grolier_]
[4 Feete, . . . soule _W:_ _no comma_ _1633:_ Feete . . . soule,
_1635-69_]
[5-6 _These lines only in W_]
[9 our] that _W_]
[14 And you'are _1633_, _A18_, _N_, _TC_, _W:_ You are
_1635-69_, _O'F_
pawnes] _om. with space_, _W_]
To M^r _T. W. _
Pregnant again with th'old twins Hope, and Feare,
Oft have I askt for thee, both how and where
Thou wert, and what my hopes of letters were;
As in our streets sly beggers narrowly
Watch motions of the givers hand and eye, 5
And evermore conceive some hope thereby.
And now thy Almes is given, thy letter'is read,
The body risen againe, the which was dead,
And thy poore starveling bountifully fed.
After this banquet my Soule doth say grace, 10
And praise thee for'it, and zealously imbrace
Thy love; though I thinke thy love in this case
To be as gluttons, which say 'midst their meat,
They love that best of which they most do eat.
[To M^r T. W. _O'F_, _W:_ To M. T. W. _1633-69_, _A18_, _N_,
_TCC_, _TCD_]
[5 Watch] Marke _W_
and eye, _A18_, _A23_, _N_, _O'F_, _TC_, _W:_ or eye,
_1633-69_]
[12 love; _Ed:_ love, _1633-69_]
To M^r _T. W. _
At once, from hence, my lines and I depart,
I to my soft still walks, they to my Heart;
I to the Nurse, they to the child of Art;
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.
_TCC_, _TCD_]
[1 verse, _1669:_ verse _1633-54_]
[2 to him, my pain and pleasure. _W_, _and Chambers_ (_without
comma_): to him; My pain, and pleasure _1633-69:_ to him. My
pain and pleasure, _Grolier_]
[4 Feete, . . . soule _W:_ _no comma_ _1633:_ Feete . . . soule,
_1635-69_]
[5-6 _These lines only in W_]
[9 our] that _W_]
[14 And you'are _1633_, _A18_, _N_, _TC_, _W:_ You are
_1635-69_, _O'F_
pawnes] _om. with space_, _W_]
To M^r _T. W. _
Pregnant again with th'old twins Hope, and Feare,
Oft have I askt for thee, both how and where
Thou wert, and what my hopes of letters were;
As in our streets sly beggers narrowly
Watch motions of the givers hand and eye, 5
And evermore conceive some hope thereby.
And now thy Almes is given, thy letter'is read,
The body risen againe, the which was dead,
And thy poore starveling bountifully fed.
After this banquet my Soule doth say grace, 10
And praise thee for'it, and zealously imbrace
Thy love; though I thinke thy love in this case
To be as gluttons, which say 'midst their meat,
They love that best of which they most do eat.
[To M^r T. W. _O'F_, _W:_ To M. T. W. _1633-69_, _A18_, _N_,
_TCC_, _TCD_]
[5 Watch] Marke _W_
and eye, _A18_, _A23_, _N_, _O'F_, _TC_, _W:_ or eye,
_1633-69_]
[12 love; _Ed:_ love, _1633-69_]
To M^r _T. W. _
At once, from hence, my lines and I depart,
I to my soft still walks, they to my Heart;
I to the Nurse, they to the child of Art;
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.
