From 'Letters and Life,' by James Spedding

_My Lord:_

With as much confidence as mine own honest and faithful devotion unto

your service and your honorable correspondence unto me and my poor

estate can breed in a man, do I commend myself unto your Lordship. I wax

now somewhat ancient; one and thirty years is a great deal of sand in

the hour-glass. My health, I thank God, I find confirmed; and I do not

fear that action shall impair it, because I account my ordinary course

of study and meditation to be more painful than most parts of action

are. I ever bare a mind (in some middle place that I could discharge) to

serve her Majesty; not as a man born under Sol, that loveth honor; nor

under Jupiter, that loveth business (for the contemplative planet

carrieth me away wholly); but as a man born under an excellent

Sovereign, that deserveth the dedication of all men's abilities.

Besides, I do not find in myself so much self-love, but that the greater

parts of my thoughts are to deserve well (if I were able) of my friends,

and namely of your Lordship; who being the Atlas of this commonwealth,

the honor of my house, and the second founder of my poor estate, I am

tied by all duties, both of a good patriot and of an unworthy kinsman,

and of an obliged servant, to employ whatsoever I am to do you service.

Again, the meanness of my estate does somewhat move me; for though I

cannot excuse myself that I am either prodigal or slothful, yet my

health is not to spend, nor my course to get. Lastly, I confess that I

have as vast contemplative ends as I have moderate civil ends: for I

have taken all knowledge to be my province; and if I could purge it of

two sorts of rovers, whereof the one with frivolous disputations,

confutations, and verbosities, the other with blind experiments and

auricular traditions and impostures, hath committed so many spoils, I

hope I should bring in industrious observations, grounded conclusions,

and profitable inventions and discoveries; the best state of that

province. This, whether it be curiosity, or vain glory, or nature, or

(if one take it favorably) _philanthropia_, is so fixed in my mind as it

cannot be removed. And I do easily see, that place of any reasonable

countenance doth bring commandment of more wits than of a man's own;

which is the thing I greatly affect. And for your Lordship, perhaps you

shall not find more strength and less encounter in any other. And if

your Lordship shall find now, or at any time, that I do seek or affect

any place whereunto any that is nearer unto your Lordship shall be

concurrent, say then that I am a most dishonest man. And if your

Lordship will not carry me on, I will not do as Anaxagoras did, who

reduced himself with contemplation unto voluntary poverty: but this I

will do; I will sell the inheritance that I have, and purchase some

lease of quick revenue, or some office of gain that shall be executed by

deputy, and so give over all care of service, and become some sorry

book-maker, or a true pioneer in that mine of truth, which (he said) lay

so deep. This which I have writ unto your Lordship is rather thoughts

than words, being set down without all art, disguising, or reservation.

Wherein I have done honor both to your Lordship's wisdom, in judging

that that will be best believed of your Lordship which is truest, and to

your Lordship's good nature, in retaining nothing from you. And even so

I wish your Lordship all happiness, and to myself means and occasion to

be added to my faithful desire to do you service. From my lodging at

Gray's Inn.

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