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The Copy of a Letter written by Sir
HENRY WooTon, to the Author, upon the following Poem.
From the College, this 13th of April, 1638.
Favour, when you lately beftow'd upon me here the first Taste of your Acquaintance, though no longer than to make me know that I wanted more Time to value it, and to enjoy it righthy; and in Truth, if I could then have imagin'd your farther stay in these parts, which I underfood afterwards by Mr. H. I would have been bold in our vulgar phrase, to mend my draught, (for you left me with an extreme thirs) and to have begged your conversation again, jointly with your faid learned Friend, at a poor meal or two, that we might have banded together fome good Authors of the antient time : Among which, I observed you to have been familiar.
Since your going you have charg'd me with new Obligations, both for a very kind Letter from you, dated the fixth, of this Month, and for a dainty piese of entertainment which came there with. Wherein I Fould much commend the Tra. gịcal part, if the Lyrical did not ravilh me with a certain Dorique delicacy in your Songs and Odes, whereunto I must plainly confess to have seen yet nothing parallel in our Lana guage : Ipfa mollities. But I must not omit so tell
jou,“ that I now only owe you thanks for intimating unto me (how mön! deslly foever) the true Artificer. For the Work itself I had view'd some good while before, with fingular delight, having receiv'd it from our common Friend Mr. R. in the very Close
of the late R's Poems, printed at Oxford, whereunto it was added (as I now suppose) that the Accesory might help out the Principal, according to the Art of Stationers, and to leave the Reader Con la bocca dolce.
Now, Sir, concerning your Travels, wherein 1 may challinge a little more privilege of Discourse with you; I suppose you will not blanch Paris in your way; therefore I have been boid to trouble you with a few Lines to Mr. M. B: whoin you Jhall easily find attending the young Lord S. as his Governor ; and you may surely receive from bim good directions for the froscoping of your farther journey into Italy, where he did refide by my choice fome time for the King, after mine own rece's from Venice.
I fould think that your best Line will be thorow the whole length of France to Marseilles
, and thence by. Sea to Genoa, whence the passage into Tuscany is as Diurnalias a Gravesend Barge: I buften, as you do, to Florence, or Siena, the rather to tell you a foort story, from the interest you have given me in your safety.
At Siena I was tabled in the House of ore Alberto Scipioni, an old Roman Courtier in dangerous times, having been Steward to the Ducca di Pagliano, who with all bis Family were Arangled, save this only man, that escaped by. foresight of the Tempeft: With him I had often much chat of those affairs; into which he took pleasure to look back from His native Harbour ; and at my departure towards Rome (which had been the center of his experience) I had won confidence enough to beg his advice, low I might carry my self securely there, without offence of others, or of mine own conscience. Signior Arrigo mio (says he) I penfieri stretti, & il viso sciolto, will go safely over the whole World: Of which Delphian Oracle (for fo I have found it) jour judgment doth need no commentary; and therefore (Sir) I will commit you with it to the best of all securities, God's dear Love, remaining
Your Friend, as much at command.
as any of longer date,
POSTS GR I P 7.
departure without some acknowledgment from me of the receipt of your obliging Letter, having myself thro' some business, I know not how, neglected the ordinary conveyance. In any part where I shall understand you fixed, I shall be glad, and diligent to entertain you with Home-Novelties ; even for some fomentation of our r friendship, too soon interrupted in the Cradle...
The attendant Spirit, afterwards in the habit
Comus with bis Crew.
Sabrina tbe Nymph.
The chief Persons who presented, were,
The Lord Brackly:
The attendant Spirit descends or enters.
My manfion is, where those immortal
Above the smoak and stir of this dim spot,