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Cicero to Trebatius. Epist. 6.

I Neuer write to Caesar, nor Balbus, but I recommend you; and that not with cold, but with such feruent words, as they giue great notice of the loue, which I professe vnto you. But I pray you, shake off these fantasies, and that same humour of returning to a Citie life: and with care, and resolution, striue to obtaine that you hoped for, vpon your departure. And wee your friends will as readily pardon this, as those noble and rich Matrones pardoned Medea, that inhabited in the high Castle of Corinthus: whom, with her white hand, she made beleeue, that they ought not to reprehend her, be∣cause she liu'd remote from her Coun∣trey.

For in the lands of strangers, Haue risen many rangers, And haue their Countries publique good procured. Many in their owne cottage, Possest with drowzie dotage, Haue their whole life without ren••wne endured.

Among which, questionlesse, you had beene one, if we by violence, had not driuen you from hence. But another

time, I'le write more at large. Now, you that haue studied to open other mens eyes, open so your owne, that you be not deceiued by the Charretiers of Britannia. And•• seeing I haue begun to enter into that passage of Medea, reser••e this alwaies in your minde; That hee's not wise, that's not wise for his owne profit. Looke to your health.