Digital Donne: the Online Variorum
  The 1654 Prose Letters Letter 116, cont., and Letter 117 (p.299) |
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sake, I beseech you to doe, since you have admitted me for Your humble servant J. Donne. To the Honoured Knight, Sir Robert Karre. Sir, I amend to no purpose, nor have any use of this inchoation of health, which I finde, except I preserve my roome, and station in you. I beginne to bee past hope of dying: And I feele that a little ragge of Monte Magor, which I read last time I was in your Chamber, hath wrought prophetically upon mee, which is, that Death came so fast towards mee, that the over-joy of that recovered mee. Sir, I measure not my health by my ap- petite, but onely by my abilitie to come to kisse your hands: which since I can- not hope in the compasse of a few dayes, [CW: I be-] |
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