It is one of my blinde Meditations to think what a miserable defeat it
would be to all these preparations of braverie, if my infirmity should
overtake others: for, I am at least half blinde, my windows are all as
full of glasses of Waters, as any Mountebanks stall. This messenger makes
haste, I thank him for it; therefore I onely send you this Letter, which
was sent to me about three daies past, and my promise to distribute your
other Letters, according to your addresses, as fast as my Monsieur can doe
it; for, for any personall service, you must be content, at this time, to
pardon
_Your affectionate servant_
J. Donne.
Decemb. 23.
[lxviii.]
_To Sir_ H. Goodere.