No More Learning

So thy retyrings I love, yea envie,
Bred in thee by a wise melancholy, 10
That I rejoyce, that unto where thou art,
Though I stay here, I can thus send my heart,
As kindly'as any enamored Patient
His Picture to his absent Love hath sent.

All newes I thinke sooner reach thee then mee; 15
Havens are Heavens, and Ships wing'd Angels be,
The which both Gospell, and sterne threatnings bring;
Guyanaes harvest is nip'd in the spring,
I feare; And with us (me thinkes) Fate deales so
As with the Jewes guide God did; he did show 20
Him the rich land, but bar'd his entry in:
Oh, slownes is our punishment and sinne.
Perchance, these Spanish businesse being done,
Which as the Earth betweene the Moone and Sun
Eclipse the light which Guyana would give, 25
Our discontinued hopes we shall retrive:
But if (as all th'All must) hopes smoake away,
Is not Almightie Vertue'an India?

If men be worlds, there is in every one
Some thing to answere in some proportion 30
All the worlds riches: And in good men, this,
Vertue, our formes forme and our soules soule, is.


[To M^r R. W. _A18_, _A23_, _N_, _O'F_, _TCC_, _TCD_, _W:_ To
M. R. W. _1633-69:_ _no breaks_, _W:__ two stanzas of fourteen
lines and a quatrain_, _1633:_ _twenty-eight lines continuous
and a quatrain_, _1633-69_]

[3 brother _1633-69_, _A18_, _N_, _O'F_, _TC:_ brethren _W_]

[6 hand,] hands _O'F_, _TC_]

[21 in: _1650-69_, _W:_ in, _1633-39_]

[22 Oh, _A23_, _N_, _O'F_, _TC:_ Ah, _W:_ Our _1633-69_

sinne. _W:_ sinne; _1633-69_]

[23 businesse _1633_, _A18_, _N_, _TC:_ busnesses _W:_
businesses _1635-69_

done] donne _W_]

[27 all th'All _W:_ All th'All _1633-69_]

[31 men, this, _Ed:_ men, this _1633-69_]

[32 soules soule, is. _Chambers:_ soules soule is. _1633-69_]




To M^r _R. W. _


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.