Digital Donne: the Online Variorum
The 1654 Prose Letters Letter 44, cont. (p.138) |
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time which I give this Letter, and it is there- fore that I take so short a list, and gallop so fast over it, I have not been out of my house since I received your pacquet. As I have much quenched my senses, and disused my body from pleasure, and so tried how I can indure to be mine own grave, so I try now how I can suffer a prison. And since it is but to build one wall more about our soul, she is still in her own Center, how many circumferences soever fortune or our own perversnesse cast about her. I would I could as well intreat her to go out, as she knows whither to go. But if I melt into a melancholy whilest I write, I shall be taken in the manner: and I sit by one too ten- der towards these impressions, and it is so much our duty, to avoid all occasions of giving them sad apprehensions, as S. Hie- rome accuses Adam of no other fault in eating the Apple, but that he did it Ne contristaretur delicias suas. I am not carefull what I write, because the inclosed Letters may dignifie this ill favoured bark, and they need not [CW: grudge] |
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