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 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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