To Sir G. B.
Sir,
It is one of my blinde Meditations to
think what a miserable defeat it would
be to all these preparations of braverie, if
my infirmity should overtake others: for,
I am at least half blinde, my windows
are all as full of glasses of Waters, as any
Mountebanks stall. This messenger makes
haste, I thank him for it; therefor I onely
send you this Letter, which was sent to me
about three daies past, and my promise
to distribute your other Letters, according
to your addresses, as fast as my Monsieur
can doe it; for, for any personall service,
you must be content, at this time, to par-
don
Decemb.23. Your affectionate servant
J. Donne.
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