honour of seeing you at Michaelmas; for
by my troth I am almost blinde: you may
be content, to beleeve that I am always
disposed to your service, without excepti-
on of any time, since now just at mid-
night, when it is both day, and night,
and neither, I tell you that I am
Your affectionate friend and servant
J. Donne.
To my very much honoured friend George
Garrard Esquire at Sion.
Sir,
I know not which of us wonne it by the
hand, in the last charge of Letters. If
you wonne, you wonne nothing, because
I am nothing, or whatsoever I am, you
wonne nothing, because I was all yours be-
fore. I doubt not but I were better delive-
[CW: red]
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