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A Letter to the Lady Carey, and Mrs Essex Riche, From Amyens.
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A Letter to the Lady Carey, and Mrs Essex Riche, From Amyens.
Madame,
Here where by All All Saints invoked are,
'Twere too much schisme to be singular,
And 'gainst a practise generall to warre.
'Twere too much schisme to be singular,
And 'gainst a practise generall to warre.
Yet turning to Saincts; should my'humility
To other Sainct then you directed bee,
That were to make my schisme, heresie.
To other Sainct then you directed bee,
That were to make my schisme, heresie.
Nor would I be a Convertite so cold,
As not to tell it; If this be too bold,
Pardons are in this market cheaply sold.
As not to tell it; If this be too bold,
Pardons are in this market cheaply sold.
Where, because Faith is in too low degree,
I thought it some Apostleship in mee
To speake things which by faith alone I see.
I thought it some Apostleship in mee
To speake things which by faith alone I see.
That is, of you, who is a firmament
Of virtues, where no one is growne, or spent,
They'are your materials, not your ornament.
Of virtues, where no one is growne, or spent,
They'are your materials, not your ornament.
Others whom wee call vertuous, are not so
In their whole substance, but, their vertues grow
But in their humours, and at seasons show.
In their whole substance, but, their vertues grow
But in their humours, and at seasons show.
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For when through tastlesse flat humilitie
In dow bak'd men some harmelessenes we see,
'Tis but his flegme that's Vertuous, and not Hee:
In dow bak'd men some harmelessenes we see,
'Tis but his flegme that's Vertuous, and not Hee:
Soe is the Blood sometimes; who ever ran
To danger unimportun'd, he was than
No better then a sanguine Vertuous man.
To danger unimportun'd, he was than
No better then a sanguine Vertuous man.
So cloysterall men, who, in pretence of feare
All contributions to this life forbeare,
Have Vertue in Melancholy, and only there.
All contributions to this life forbeare,
Have Vertue in Melancholy, and only there.
Spirituall Cholerique Crytiques, which in all
Religions find faults, and forgive no fall,
Have, through their zeale, Vertue but in their Gall.
Religions find faults, and forgive no fall,
Have, through their zeale, Vertue but in their Gall.
We are thus but parcel guilt; to Gold we'are growne
When Vertue is our Soules complexion;
Who knowes his Vertues name or place, hath none.
When Vertue is our Soules complexion;
Who knowes his Vertues name or place, hath none.
Vertue'is but aguish, when 'tis severall,
By occasion wak'd, and circumstantiall.
True vertue is Soule, Alwaies in all deeds All.
By occasion wak'd, and circumstantiall.
True vertue is Soule, Alwaies in all deeds All.
This Vertue thinking to give dignitie
To your soule, found there no infirmitie,
For, your soule was as good Vertue, as shee;
To your soule, found there no infirmitie,
For, your soule was as good Vertue, as shee;
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Shee therefore wrought upon that part of you
Which is scarce lesse then soule, as she could do,
And so hath made your beauty, Vertue too.
Which is scarce lesse then soule, as she could do,
And so hath made your beauty, Vertue too.
Hence comes it, that your Beauty wounds not hearts,
As Others, with prophane and sensuall Darts,
But as an influence, vertuous thoughts imparts.
As Others, with prophane and sensuall Darts,
But as an influence, vertuous thoughts imparts.
But if such friends by the honor of your sight
Grow capable of this so great a light,
As to partake your vertues, and their might,
Grow capable of this so great a light,
As to partake your vertues, and their might,
What must I thinke that influence must doe,
Where it findes sympathie and matter too,
Vertue, and beauty of the same stuffe, as you?
Where it findes sympathie and matter too,
Vertue, and beauty of the same stuffe, as you?
Which is, your noble worthie sister, shee
Of whom, if what in this my Extasie
And revelation of you both I see,
Of whom, if what in this my Extasie
And revelation of you both I see,
I should write here, as in short Galleries
The Master at the end large glasses ties,
So to present the roome twice to our eyes,
The Master at the end large glasses ties,
So to present the roome twice to our eyes,
So I should give this letter length, and say
That which I said of you, there is no way
From either, but by the other not to stray.
That which I said of you, there is no way
From either, but by the other not to stray.
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May therefore this be enough to testifie
My true devotion, free from flattery;
He that beleeves himselfe, doth never lie.
My true devotion, free from flattery;
He that beleeves himselfe, doth never lie.
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