Your Letter was the more welcome to mee, because it brought your
commandment with it, of sending you perfumes: for it is a Service
somewhat like a Sacrifice. But yet your commandment surprised me, when
neither I had enough to send, nor had means to recover more; that Ladie
being out of Towne which gave them me. But Sir, if I had 10000000. I could
send you no more then I doe; for I send all. If any good occasion present
it selfe to you, to send to my L[ord] _Clifford_, spare my name a roome,
there where you offer him most of your Service. I dare contend with you,
that you cannot exceed mee, in desiring to serve him. It is a better
office from me to you, that I goe to bed, then that I write a longer
letter. For if I doe mine eyes a little more injurie, I shall lose the
honour of seeing you at Michaelmas; for by my troth I am almost blinde:
you may be content to beleeve that I am always disposed to your service,
without exception of any time, since just at midnight, when it is both
day, and night, and neither, I tell you that I am
_Your affectionate friend and servant_
J. Donne.
[cvii.]
_To my very much honoured friend_ George Garrard _Esquire at_ Sion.