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 that I am dying too: nor can I truly dye fa-
 ster, by any waste, then by losse of children.
 But Sir, I will mingle no more of my sad-
 ness to you, but wil a little recompense it, by
 telling you that my L. Harrington, of whom
 a few days since they were doubtfull, is so
 well recovered that now they know all his
 disease to be the Pox, and Measels mingled.
 This I heard yesterday: for I have not been
 there yet. I cam as near importunity as I
 could, for an answer from Essex house, but
 this was all, that he should see you shortly
 himselfe.
 
 
 Your servant
 
 J. Donne.
 
 
 I cannot tell you so much, as you tell
 me, of any thing from my Lord of Som.
 since the Epithalamion, for I heard
 nothing.
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