A collection of some modern epistles of Monsieur de Balzac. Carefully translated out of French. Being the fourth and last volume
Balzac, Jean-Louis Guez, seigneur de, 1597-1654., Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver., Bowman, Francis.

LET. LIV. To the same —

Sir,

I Know not how to presente my selfe before you: though my cō∣science doth acquit me, some ap∣pearances Page  222 condemne me; and you see my fault, but know not my af∣faires; I have had variety of them e∣ver these three months which have strangely exercised me; and where∣of I am yet so weary that I must have a great while to recover my selfe. All that I can, is to use my Idle∣nesse well, and to make something of my Leasure. Now that I have got it in possession againe, I meane not to be disseised of it: If it be pos∣sible, I bid eternall farwell to all contracts, transactions, & Aquittances. These are ornaments of our lan∣guage which must not (in my opi∣nion) enter into your Poems. You have more care of the chastity of your Damsell then to violate her with these villanous termes; & this were of a Ʋirgin to make a Strum∣pet of her. But I can never obtaine Page  223 that small favour of you, or prevaile so much as to see here (at least) the first hundred verses that doe con∣cerne her. I doe preserve carefully all those things that you have sent, and never produce them out of my Treasury, but to impart them to choice Wits. The invention of your first Metamorphosis is ingenious. O∣vid had swell'd up and dilated that subject which you have contracted and pressed together. But the im∣portance is, that in this litle, you ap∣peare great; and I behold you intire in every parcell. The second part doth please me no lesse yet then the first, and I hold that Lionnesse hap∣py that hath heaven for an Amphi∣theater, and hath been placed there by such a hand as yours. You make her jarre so well and tunably; and her roaring is so sweet and melodi∣ous Page  224 in your Verses, that there is no Musick comparable. Those of — doe not flow in such numbers. Lon∣ge{que} pulchrius spectaculum est, & dig∣nius oculis eruditi, videre nobilem illam feram, quàm miserum & febriculosum Annaei Lucani Simium With the last Letter I received Bembus which you sent me. In truth he is not so well polished and digested as those Au∣thors in the Library of Monsieur —. But all tattered & confused as it is, I can assure you, it likes me infinitely. J never love luxury, & am nothing curious for gay cloathes. The beauty of Chariclea did shine through her ragges; and your Mari∣ni hath made a Sonnet, wherein he tells us, how he fell in love with a canting Doxie. J thanke you there∣fore for Ʋenus and the Graces (though ill attired) which J met Page  225 with, in your Books, and remaine

Sir,

Your, &c.

Balzac. 3. Iuly. 1633.