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To Monsieur Godeau againe. LETTER IIII.
SIR, I have knowne a good while, that you are no longer a Druyde, and that you lately made your entry into Paris: I doubt not but with magnificence enough, and not without be∣stowing some publike largesse. I never knew you goe a forraging, that you returned not home laden with bootie; and your Voyages have al∣wayes enriched your followers. I pretend my selfe to have a feeling of this, and though farre remooved from the place where you act them, yet I cannot learne, that my absence makes me loose my part in the distribution of your good deedes. Cease not Sir, I entreat you, to bind me unto you, and to deserve well of my tongue. Fill our Closets with the fruits of your braine, and since you can doe it, make us to gather more sheaves of Corne, than the best workmen hi∣therto have left us eares. My devotion stands waiting continually for your Christian workes, and I entreat you, they may be done in such a volume, that we may carry them handsomely with us to Church. That which I have seene of them, doth so exceedingly please mee, that I would be a Poet for nothing else but withsome indifferent grace to prayse them, and to say,
Verses blesse him that makes such blessed Verses.