Epistyll to ane Imagenarie Frende

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E p i st y l l
to ane
Imagenarie
F r en d e
bij Kosterius
E p i st y l l
to ane
I magenari e
F r en d e
OR
Ane Illuƒiue Fantaƒme of
Frende¬eppe & Loffe
A Chronnickall
Eingli±hyd from they Originall Coreƒpondaunce
bij
, Eƒq.
Roanalde Ko¥erius
I MPRYNTYD IN Y E G LEBE
B IJ
P SYMON
A NNO D OMINI M.D.XX.III.
Ottava sum fusa in urbe Arenei Mundialis
P ROLOGUS
Hwm...
Doy¥ y e kno whot I woold lykke to do? I woold lykke to iu¥ ƒett whythe y e in a roome
ƒwmwher and ¬ar in a qwiett moment of yow r tyme —
Auhgh.
Hauw ƒyllie of mea, no...
woold lo¤e to by whythe thee in ƒpryngetyme bij they ¬oore of
a my¥ie ponde, ƒettynge on a logge as a qwere of crikkets and frogges
perfoorms howr ƒunry±e cerimonie, wachynge a loone yownder
beckonynge ytts mate throgh they cotonnie wi±ps, as the aull dri¤t
ƒilauntly ower they mirrooryd landƒcaype. I woold lo¤e to iu¥ ƒett
thar whythe thee vntell they for¥ raye of daune breks ƒodenlie throgh
on they hory±on, alytteynge vpponne thy faic oonlie to reuyle they twylytte that remaynes
forewyr a-twynkellynge in thyne yees, betrayynge thy wondrouƒe ƒecrett ƒo ƒoblyme.
I thynke they Goods woold thenne ƒewyrly lok from they Heuyns vpponne thee
and confeƒs they diuoynitie of thy Sawle, declerynge thy Spirite moare buityfoll then
¬ee of Troi, for home nowth a mire Aggamemnon woold the commaund to launch
a thouƒant ¬eppes, bwt for thee, My Frende, woold the ƒummon hidder a di¥aunt ¥erre,
to beqwithe ane eternall raynbowe vnto thy worlld, to bi¥ow ioy and hoope vpponne
thy dririe¥ daye, and by a guyde for mea, forewyr retornynge mea to thee in thes lyfe,
and euere lyfetyme to cwm.
I woold lo¤e to iu¥ ƒett thar whythe thee, houlde thyne hande in myn and ly¥yn
to they worlld iu¥ byin arount ws, iu¥ as whe er... iu¥ ƒett thar...
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P ARTE O AN
hou appere¥ in my thouwts ƒo o¤en of lait and I can nowth healpe bwt
thynke hauw vniqwe thou hauef becom, hauw eccepcionall ytt ha¥ aull
bine in gyttynge to kno thee. Thou art ƒempylly that rayre kynde of
parrƒen oan ƒild metes in a lyfetyme, that ƒwmme newyr mete; they
reƒpeck, they fornneƒs and warmthe that I feel ƒeem to hauef becom
ane a¤eccion of my¥ickal proporcions, whythe a deppyt that reches to
they vary coore and brethe of my Sawle. For they for¥ tyme in my lyfe I no longar nide to
tallk of whot hys poƒcibell, of whot coold by, for whythe thee euere thouwt that entres my
mynd as I penne thoƒe wordes hys a ƒoung of pres, a celibracion and a thannkeƒgeuyn for
whot ƒempylly hys, for whot whe aulredy do ¬ar ƒo ioyefolly betwhene ws.
They moments whe hauef ƒpookyn hauef bine moments that I hauef vary eyƒily larnyd
to lok forwert to whythe ƒparkellynge antiƒipacion, nowth oonlie for myn owyn ƒelfe,
bwt for they ƒake of boyth howrƒelfes and, in toorn, for thowƒe arount ws, for thowƒe
yewnger then ws as whell as thowƒe howlder, for aull thoƒe geniracions whe nowe ƒey befoor
ws, and aull thowƒe that hauef and chale cwm aftur. I hauef lokyd vpponne thim as a fewe
owres wher howr grehyti¥ thouwts, dreems and di±apoyntmends coold by ¬aryd
whythowght feer or riƒk, wher aull that I woold by wyllcwmynge in retoorn woold by
nowtyngg le±e then ane eko of eueretyngg that I hayd bine troyeynge to co-re±pond on
whythe ane hoder for ƒo long. Howr tallks hauef bine ƒo foll of impaty and vndyr¥ondynge,
the hauef bine ƒwche thouwt-prowokynge and ƒpirityd, hefe nowth a¢ewaully healpefoll,
iuen heleynge, conuarƒacions. I hauef gottyn to kno thee and aull thy deppi¥ cers and
conƒarns ƒo vary qwykely, and ytt ha¥ aull bine ƒo vary owerwhelmynge for mea — I feel as
thogth whe hauef knon eche hoder ƒenc they moment whe weare boyth boorn vnto thes
worlld, hefe nowth, indide, for aull eternitie.
Weare
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Weare whe lo¤ers in a pa¥ lyfe? I hauef wondryd, for I can nowth healpe bwt feel ƒo
natoorallie and geantly at eyƒe in thy kynde acqwintaunce. Whythe thee I woold aƒpyr to
they higthi¥ idiles of Phyloƒophickall, Spiritewell and Romauntick Lo¤e; I feel ane a¤initie,
a bonyd, a compation that I hauef newyr felt whythe enyon elc befoor. Whil¥ whe maye
nowth hauef hayd they tyme to ¬ar ƒo meƒs of howrƒelfes as whe hauef hayd whythe hoders
in howr leues, I ¥yll feel ƒo meƒs moare intimit whythe thee iu¥
ƒpakeynge iuen as whe do in howr o¤ynge then I hewyr felt nakyd
and creyeynge, for ioy or for ƒorowe, whythe eny hoder hoe
coold nowe by ƒeeyne as oonlie a mire infatuayt of my pa¥.
I thynke thar hys ƒwche a wondrfoll baulaunce betwhene ws,
in hauw whe hauef boyth bine abel to geue to, and re±eyue from,
eche hoder: thou art my Chylde and my Parend, my Stewdaunt
and my Teecher, a woundyd Sawle for mea to noorture and
comfoord, and a ƒolempne Guyde to hele mea and ¬ewe
they waye. Befoor eny of thoƒe I ƒewyrly thynke of thee for¥ and
formoo¥ as ƒempylly my Frende, bwt ¥yll I diƒcouert ƒo
belatydly as whell hauw buityfoll a Whoman thou art, and, forge¤e
mea, for in thes ƒinc, for in aull thoƒe ƒinces, for ƒempylly they
waye whe hauef bine togithyr throgh dy¥yme, of coors I woold by ƒo gennwinly attra¢yd to
thee in whot coold oonlie by ƒwche a rewerently pationate waye. I am iu¥ ƒo ƒoprymelie at
eyƒe whythe thee, compleetly snug in they comfoord of thy pyllowe, and ytt woold aull ƒeem
ƒo ƒempylly natoorall to tak howr relacion¬eppe to heyndle±ly depper, heyndle±ly higther,
lewells and plattows as I can oonlie ƒormyƒe that whe hauef as yth mirely begoun to ƒey.
Wherhewyr ytt hys that thes lyfe migth brynge ws, thogth, I thynke that I woold
preferre to tak whottewyr hapens betwhene ws ƒlowlie, to bayth in they delytte that eche
and euere moment hys whythe thee. Whythe hoders ytt ƒeemyd aulwayes a ¥ruggell to
mentayne my a¤eccions — ytt whas as thogth ytt weare aull a te¥ to diƒcouer hauw
forge¤eynge my a¤eccions coold by! — bwt whythe thee they trewe di¤icoulty ha¥ bine
in troyeynge nowth to faule hed ower hiles into ƒwche ane extroordnarie ¥ayte of whot
coold oonlie, trewely by geuyn no hoder appellacion then that of Diuoyne Lo¤e. I am ƒo meƒs
moare
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moare then iu¥ begynnynge to ƒempylly adoor they parrƒen that thou art and euere ble±yd
moment that whe ¬ar, for in thes vary brife eternitie that whe hauef knon eche hoder I can
oonlie ƒaye that thou hauef becom my clooƒi¥ and moo¥ troy¥yd confedente, my moo¥
comfoortynge aully in thes worlld, trewely they Deri¥ Frende that I migth hewyr hauef
dreemt I coold by ƒo gyftyd to hauef hayd, and ¥yll hauef, in thes lyfe.
Thou hauef triggeryd ƒo mene thouwts and aƒpiracions weche nowe arry±e whythinne
mea that I newyr reallie ponderyd vpponne befoor, and in they proƒeƒs I hauef goone throgh
euere poƒcibell ƒenario whythe thee ower and ower in whot ha¥ nowe becom ƒwche ƒeƒyleƒs
contemplacion. I hauef wondryd whot ytt coold by to leue whythe
thee, to parhaps iuen ƒpeand a lyfetyme whythe thee, and for they
for¥ tyme in my lyfe I hauef wondryd whot ytt
woold by to nowth oonlie mak Lo¤e, to nowth oonlie cryate and
heyndle±ly re-cryate ƒwche buityfoll Lo¤e, bwt to procryate
whythinne thes Lo¤e as whell. I ¥yll can nowth healpe bwt feel
hauw eyƒie ytt coold hauef bine, hauw natoorall ytt woold hauef
felt, to hauef maid lo¤e in ƒo buityfoll a waye whythe thee rythe
thenne and thar that la¥ tyme whe met whythe oan ane hoder,
as comfoortabylly as thogth whe hayd bine makynge ƒwche eyƒie
pation betwhene ws aull along¥ for aull of howr eyres. Ytt woold
hauef bine ƒo vary ƒwett, hefe nowth ƒo vary inƒpyrynge, and hefe
de¥inie hayd deƒygnyd ytt to by a moment for they concepcion of howr owyn imacolet
Criaƒcion, I iu¥ can nowth imagen that I woold hauef hewyr hayd eny ryggrets.
— And, I can ha¥yn oonlie to ƒaye as whell that ytt ƒewyrly dyd nowth healpe in thowƒe
la¥ brife moments in weche I ƒawe thee, that for¥ reall moment that I hewyr ƒawe thee aftur
howr hauen ƒpookyn ƒo o¤en oonlie in ƒwche a di¥aunt — yth ƒo vary nire — waye, to finallie
hauef a moment in parrƒen whythe thee that daye that I wend, nowe ƒo forloornly, ƒo vary,
vary farre auwe...
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y memoory chale newyr fayle mea whennewyr I migth chooƒe to recawl
that daye: I remembre that I hayd bine lokynge don in they deppyts of
my thouwt in that moment, thynkeynge abowtt thoƒe la¥ eyres and aull
that thou and I hayd begoun to ƒpake of ƒo re±ently, and ƒempylly
gay±ynge abowtt they ƒinery of they roome as whe maid howr ƒempyll
ƒmaull tallk. I ƒat thar wondrynge as whe ƒpooke hauw ytt whas that
I hayd newyr reallie noti±yd thee befoor, that ytt whas aullmoo¥ melaynchoulie, in a waye,
that I hayd newyr hayd they opoortunitie to gyte to kno thee yerlyr in my lyfe; bwt natheles
I whas ¥yll ƒo vary glayd for ws to hauef ¬aryd at ly¥e they fewe moments that whe hayd.
And thenne I glauncyd vpp at thee whil¥ thou weare iu¥ ƒettynge thar, and ytt ƒodenlie
¥rock mea hauw ƒo vary prity thou art, that thou reallie art ƒo meƒs moare then iu¥ ƒempylly
ƒwche a vary buityfoll mynd. Aull of a ƒoden I felt mine yees hayd bine oppenyd to whot I
hayd bine too di¥ra¢yd in my lyfe to ƒey befoor, and I coold eyƒily ƒaye that in that qwiett
moment thou becam¥ iu¥ ƒo vary, ƒo vary abƒolewtlie, inchauntynge. In thy Buity and
in thy Thouwt, in thyne Hart and in thy Sawle, eueretyngg abowtt thee puet mea
into ƒwche a pe±efoll tranqwillitie, aullmoo¥ ane euphorick and my¥iryous kynde
of Bramminick ¥ayte of grace. Whan aull hys ƒade and doone, thou art ƒempylly they moo¥
attra¢y¤e Whoman in euere waye that I hauef met in my inter lyfe, and in that ƒwett
moment whythe thee, lokynge at thee from that small di¥aunce, ytt woold hauef bine
ƒo eyƒie for mea to hauef goone and iu¥ qwiettly kneelt befoor thee, takyn thyne hande
ƒoftlie into myn owyn, lokyd into thyne yees and towlde thee hauw ƒo vary meƒs I coold, bwt
that I ƒchwld nowth, whe ƒchwld nowth, ytt hys iu¥ too ƒoone for ws in thes pla±e and tyme...
and ƒo I ¬ant.
Ytt
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Ytt hys they Buity weche I hauef inconteryd whythinne thee weche my adooracion yarns
to by whythe throghowght euere owre of my exi¥aunce, for ƒwche whas ƒempylly they
oonlie aƒpeck of thyƒelfe weche whas reallie hewyr pre±entyd to mea at for¥. I woold
by longynge for thee regartleƒs of whot I migth hauef fownde to hauef bine they
howghter manyfe¥acion of thy byin, iuen hefe I hayd cwm to reallyƒs that thy diuoynitie
hayd bine enca¥e whythinne they ¬elle of a be¥e, too horryd for non bwt lepours or Syns
to ƒett yees vpponne.
Yth, I hauef diƒcouert in¥ed, ƒo long aftur they confirmacion of they deppi¥ of my
a¤eccions for thes wondrfoll Spirite weche reƒydes whythinne thee, that thou hauef bine
trewely bi¥owyd they Lo¤elyneƒs of a Gooddys of Heuyn, nowtyngg le±e then they
magni¤i±ent, gracefoll preƒaunce ƒo deƒarueynge to
oan who ha¥ helt ƒo meƒs intangibell powr ower mea,
tranƒfourmynge my euere eroor and delou±houn in
thes lyfe into nowtyngg bwt a caulm, auƒpitious
motiuatynge influaunce, whythe they foortitewd to
aulter they vyle¥ of aull my fourmer inclynacions
throgh iuen they fenti¥ ƒownd of thy qwiett, geantle
voyce ƒpakeynge a fewe ƒempyll wordes to mea.
Whil¥ I long to ƒpeand euere chere±hyd
moment whythe thyne iner byin, nowth mirely to
ƒpake of bwt to entre into praktice they higthi¥ idiles
of whot ytt woold appere whe hauef boyth bine in
ƒarch of for ƒo long whythe ane hoder, I do ƒo fynde
thy cwmlineƒs to by ƒwche ane amolet for mea, ca¥ynge ytts ƒpeel ower my Sawle and
ƒentynge mea in my rewerie throgh they portalls of a ¥ayte vyrtuallie indi¥yngui±hybell to
a Blyƒs deƒcroybt in eny poeme or Sootra oan migth chooƒe.
I can nowth concile myƒelfe to thee, My Frende, thes hys aull becoming too meƒs: I mw¥e
oppen they gaytes to thes Muƒe and alow thee to beare witne±e to they ƒplayndoor and
maie¥ie of whot I houlde and feel whythinne my hart, whythinne thes poeƒie of my
imagenacion...
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long to by whythe thee,
to ƒuppe my ƒytte vpponne thy ƒlendoor fiƒike,
to fyll my daye’s hory±on, and nowth mirely my nyghtyde dreems,
whythe they Vy±yon that thou art.
I am lyfte brethleƒs whan thou vttr wordes of ƒwche geantle wayƒedomb and compation,
and I can thynke oonlie of qwiettynge thee, qwiettynge ws boyth hefe bwt for a moment,
to feel thy mowe¥e, ƒopple lippes pre±yd tendarlie vpponne myn owyn,
mowe¥enyd forder ¥yll bij they tires of adoorynge ioy weche
woold whelle vpp from deppe whythinne my Hart,
thenne ƒlowlie don they well¤ete of thy chike,
ble±ynge, in thes waye,
howr Aungels Kyƒs.
I am takyn to a daye whan I migth lingar qwiettly beƒyde thee as thou ƒleept, wachynge ower thee in
tranqwillitie as I medditayt vpponne they geantle ryƒe and faule of thy bre¥...I coold thenne dayre
oonlie
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oonlie to awakin thee, to ne±le don in ƒerene obƒeruaunce of they warme,
pe±efoll thrumme of thyne hart, alowynge ytt to retoorn mea to ƒwmme
long-forgottyng infaunt ¥ayte as I rediƒcower for myƒelfe ƒwche appiƒemend
in thy gratious clemauncy; oonlie to thenne cradell thee in thy toorn, as a
fadyr woold hys beybe, to ƒothe auwe thy deppi¥ grifes and wos, and brynge
oonlie chirefoll rea±hureanc in there ¥ed.
Whot hys thes? Auhgh, ye±e…I am mouyd bij ane hoder ƒempyll
thouwt and ytt rolles mea onc moare into a buityfoll dreem: to tak thee
whythinne my harmes and lay thee don ƒo geantly in a grehyt cloude of
pyllowes arayyd whythinne a ¬rowde of Venecian laice, in ane ambienƒe
adoornyd and prityyd whythe lilie boqwets aull a-glowe bij they lytte of a
tallowe flayme, whythe they ƒcent of exotick parfumyd owylles and pa¥ylls
of Indya waftynge langwroo±ly throgh they ayer; to feel they lythe ƒatyn of
thy fourme as ytt becoms ƒo diƒcritely vnueylyd benithe my fynghartyppes, whythe they twch of ƒoft
fedders and ƒcarfes of Chynna ƒylke, plu±h ferr and fre±h-pluckt roƒe petalls alytteynge ƒo dentilly
and ƒo elegauntly vpponne thy ƒleeke, nakyd ƒkinne.
They ƒilaunce of howr yeuen woold by brokin oonlie bij thy qwiett ƒyghs as I carre±yd thee
lo¤eyngely and heyndle±ly in they pe±efoll hw¬ of caulm refleccion in weche thou lay thar befoor
mea, leuynge thee ¥artelt whythe tention and aprihencion as thou felt ƒodenlie ƒo expoƒyd, vttrly
de¤enƒleƒs as thou mouyd beyound mire perill and into they veritabell certantie of a raptooros deleria
arowƒyd bij my flittynge, flowtynge knides and pre±owres — a ƒly torter that ƒchwld by ha¥ynyd oonlie
forder ¥yll bij they tawnt of deƒygnyd heƒitacion and intrupcion.
So migth I oonlie begynn to extent to thee thes frolick of my lo¤e, ƒekeynge oonlie in thes moment
for myƒelfe in recompenc bwt to lyft thee vpp onc moare in ane imbrace, hefe oonlie to feel they flo¤y
don of a fyne tre±e of thyne heer vpponne my nape, wi±pynge abowtt from my panttynge brethe as
I gaƒpe in they ƒwett playƒowr of ƒuƒpenc and antiƒipacion of iuen they ƒlytte¥ bru±h from thy ƒoft,
delicet handes.
I woold by owercwm! I woold feel compelt to kneel befoor thee in entraun±yd, ƒilaunt wir¬eppe
of they reƒplendaunt radiaunce of thy Femininitie. My hart woold race as I whas lyfte a¥oni±hyd
and
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and engull¤yd bij thes ƒytte...I can nowth...I ƒchwld nowth...O! bwt I mw¥e! My pation woold
owertak my riƒon, I woold reche howght to venirayte and fyll myƒelfe of thee, ƒurrendrynge to they flow
of thes ƒacryd, blo±omynge fownt from weche I coold do nowghth bwt qwench my Spirite, to heyndle±ly
ƒlayke myƒelfe from thes flokkes and floori±h of Buity that I hauef bine ƒo ble±yd in thes lyfe to hauef
helt, and to hauef ƒempylly behelt in ƒwche ƒerenitie and holowyd ardoor befoor mea.
I can nowth begynn to conciue whot ytt coold by for ws to delue into thes ƒfere of howr Sinc and
Sincacion, to ƒwimme gracefolly togithyr in ƒwche ane O±ean of Delytte, to entre ƒo delicetly into thes
antient Tantrick my¥iry vnexplooryd, helt hefe oonlie in a ƒempyll clotch of yabbe-ywmme
as whe ƒurrendre to ryƒynge enyrgies ƒpookyn of for æons in hidde legaund; fryeynge howrƒelfes
to bountleƒs waiues of wondr and ƒurpry±e, vpponne creƒ¥s of ec¥a±ies that promys oonlie perfit
vniƒon for ws boyth, as whe mownt and ƒormownt in
they ryƒynge intenƒitie of howr oppen diƒplay — nowe
qwiuuerynge, thenne ƒchordereynge as they ƒerpintoyne
conflagracion whelles vpp inƒyde, ytts tantylli±ynge
flaymes likkeynge vpp whythinne and owerflowynge
from whythowght as whe tran±end aull preuyous
limitts, oonlie to fru¥ beyound they pullƒe and
rythim of aull belowyde, poetick expretion; conuoulƒynge
and thenne eruptynge into howr delli±hoos fee¥
of proriaunce that ƒchwld ƒatteƒfy aull apetytes and thor¥s, yth woold leaufe ws oonlie hewyr moare
rawenous and wantynge, inƒaciable houngrynge for moare and moare and newyr-heyndynge moare,
perfoormynge to exqwƒit perficcion eche nuw a¢e whythinne thes, howr epick playe.
Ytt coold oonlie by a vnyon whythe ƒwche my¥ick and ƒpiritewell corelacions, a pation that woold
by they enuye of aull they Doytties of Heuyn and Beyound, riuallynge non le±e then that of they
mythickal Cuppid and Pƒyke, and aull as ƒchwld newyr ƒeƒyn howr heyndleƒs wi±perynge of charemyd
incauntacions as hauef bine aulredy impartyd and ƒend foorth forewyr betwhene howrƒelfes...vntell at
la¥, ƒo long, long la¥, they ƒpeel woold thos by doone! They ƒopernatoorall blent of howr inaytte pocions
woold retoorn as ane aulchymick tin¢oor inuokyd betwyxte and whythinne ws boyth, ƒarueynge oonlie
to forder reiuwenate and impowr they ƒantity of Howr Lo¤e.
Thenne
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Thenne, and oonlie thenne, coold whe finallie collapƒe in howr hiroos triomff, to ƒynke hewyr
ƒo ƒlowlie into they puddell of howr reƒpyt and dri¤t on to they lu±hous coaulleƒaunce and pe±e of howr
afturglowe, qwiettly ƒwoonynge howrƒelfes whythe ƒecrett mormurs and endirynge hwms as whe
langw±h in they ƒobtle — yth ƒo vary ƒumptewos — playƒowrs of pommpwar.
Hauw can I begynn to impart they exqwƒitneƒs of my fancie of aull that ytt woold by
to becom Oan Whythe Thee? Wher coold I fynde wordes ƒo woorthy and pretious to deƒcroybe
howr fu±hon into ƒwche compleet and diuoyne a Criaƒcion? They Earthe woold trembell and
qwak whythe they thondre of howr deƒyrs, and, lykke Seua and Paruatie thimƒel¤es,
they brifi¥ cuppellynge of howr imbodyyd Spirites woold ƒewyrly ƒeem for ws to
la¥ a thouƒant glorrys eyres, throgh heyndleƒs lyfetymes and anon
into a cele¥yall Eternitie, as they copios gli±enynge perls
arowƒyd and e¤uƒyd bij howr feruid heet and furie weare
hurlyd howght, ¥rewen accroƒs they firmimend bij they
frenzie of thes coƒmick Daunc of Howr Eros,
howr chere±hyd O¤rynge and Pæan to Venus,
magickally tranƒfourmynge into a ƒcyntillatynge
ƒprynklynge in they twylytte and cryattynge a pri¥een
myriæd of cry¥alls in they ƒkye, a dazellynge mæl¥romb
of heyndleƒs galyxies of ¥erres as no mortall yees weare hewyr
ble±yd to merwel vpponne befoor, yth ƒo tymely in thes belatyd la¥
for aull they Vnyuerƒe to behould in prefe±on of they Strenghthe,
they Powr, they Hewyrla¥ynge Buity of Howr Lo¤e,
and
— for aull bwt thou and I —
solely in vnattaynabyll aƒpyracion,
a¥oni±hyd rewerenc,
and aw...
PARTE
10
P ARTE F OWER
! whot I hauef diƒcouert in thee, My Buityfoll, Buityfoll Frende,
extents farre beyound eny ƒoperfitial æ¥hetick that le±r men
hauef oonlie begoun to ƒey in there blyndnes and ignoraunce,
mirely wi±yynge to po±es thee for there owyn as ƒwmme conqwrryd
orniment to flawnt for they enuye of ¥roynger or acqwintaunce, lykke
they tamyd bwt brokin byrd condemt for a lyfetyme in a cayge, and
mirely for they ƒin of ytts Good-geuyn aloor, they ƒwett charem of ytts chirefoll ƒoung. No,
I hauef fownde in thee ƒwmtyngg ƒo ƒyngilar and myracoulous, ƒwmtyngg that I ƒchwld
oonlie want to ƒett fry, and ytt hys oonlie in that ƒinc and for that purpooƒs that I woold lo¤e
to climbe, no, ƒoarr! to they grehyti¥ ƒoummits of Lo¤e and Diuoyne Experiaunce whythe
thee in thes lyfe.
My Deri¥ Frende, hefe circom¥aunce woold alow at dy¥yme I woold ƒaye let ws walk
togithyr throgh howr exi¥aunce in thes worlld, let ws byld ane homb in they countrie,
reƒe chelderne and petts, flowrs and vegytabylls togithyr, let ws reƒe howrƒelfes, and ƒo eyƒily
ytt woold ƒeem, to hyttes that hoders hauef rayrely iuen dreemt of. I hauef larnyd enow in
lyfe to kno that I can nowth ƒempylly grawnth vpponne ane hoder ƒwche ane hapines,
that ƒwche hys a tyngg whe can oonlie do for howrƒelfes, bwt I thynke that togithyr thou and
I coold healpe eche hoder reuyle that grehyter hapines and pe±e of mynd weche lyes
whythinne ws aull.
They fludde gaytes of my hart art ¥raynyd in there deƒyr to by oppenyd in thy
direccion; they damm that I hauef bwilt to kipe thes reƒirwor of a¤eccion inƒyde
hys bor¥ynge at ytts ƒimes, and ytt woold oonlie tak a fewe ƒempyll wordes from thee
to reliƒe ytt whythe aull ytts powr aull thy waye. I thynke that I woold do enytyngg to hauef
thee
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thee heyr bij my ƒyde, bwt hefe aull that I can hauef at dy¥yme hys bwt a dreem, a rapƒodick
mirayge of whot ytt coold by to walk hande-in-hande togithyr whythe thee throgh lyfe,
I thynke that iu¥ migth by whot wyl ƒey mea throgh dy¥yme of ¥ruggell and aduar ƒitie, and
whottewyr ytt migth by that Prowidence chale brynge for ws in tyme to cwm.
A moment in thy compenie, hefe oonlie whythe thy di¥aunt voyce to ¬ar a fewe brife
bwt geantle wordes, fylls my Sawle whythe thouwts of they e±enƒe of aull exi¥aunce,
of Criaƒcion and aull Eternitie. I brithe in a ƒygh of relife, and as eche inƒpyracion brynges
renuwyd lyfe to mea I fynde my inter byin compleetly ƒetyd whythe a vnyuerƒalle kynde
of Lo¤e. My hart ƒwelles whythe a warme glowe from deppe whythinne, a vyrtuall
lewmine±aunce of my Spirite, they radiaunce of weche ƒu¥ayns mea throgh thes voyde, thes
crewl and emptie vncertantie of aull that lyes befoor mea in tyme, and befoor mea in ƒpe±e.
Thy preƒaunce in my lyfe hys they candell that lyttes my waye throgh thes darkne±e, thes
yowrnay throgh they vndrworlld, thes pla±e wher I chale by confrountynge dimons from
whythowght and whythinne, a triall grehyter then eny inconteryd befoor in thes lyfe; and
yth conqwrr thowƒe dimons I mw¥e, ytt hys a ƒacryd purpooƒs for weche I hauef cwm thes
farre and lyfte ƒo meƒs behynde, for thar hys a grehyter powr weche ha¥ browth mea heyr
to rediƒcower a Sawle onc thouwt ƒo vary lo±yd, and
ane hoder Sawle growen wery befoor ytts tyme weche
on ytts waye I nowe mw¥e ƒent.
Bwt hefe I coold, My Frende, hefe thou woold,
I woold cwm bak for thee in they heynd...
Vntell I har thyne aungelick wi±per
ƒo nire in my dreems, onc moare, from thes afarre
I heyr remayne
Thy Specyalle Frende,
Forewyr,
Roanalde
EPILOGUS
12
E PILOGUS
erk nowe, Dere Reders,
hyde nowth of thes Lo¤e,
For ower thes Dreem
dyd I nowth Portayge;
hey grehyt Oa±is weche heyr
ha¥ bine ƒpookyn of,
Whas nowtyngg moare
then a Graund Mirayge!
FINIS
COLOPHON
13
C OLOPHON
Impryntyd bij Pƒymon Webbe Bynderie
In Ye Glebe, bij they ƒyne of Ye Roiall Oake
(formerlie of Iames Courte,
bij they ƒyne of Ye Mayeflowr).
Originall verƒion on they Worlld Wyde Webbe at:
WWW.IMAGENARIE-FRENDE.CA
or
WWW.LOFFE-LEATTER.CA
They inter texte for Epiƒtyll To Ane Imagenarie Frende hys ane originall warke
and may nowth be reproduiƒyd in eny manerre whythowght permition of they authoor.
They founts ewƒyd weare ISL Antient and ISL Blak Leatter
deƒygnyd bij Ie¤ Lee from authentick 17th centurie ƒoorƒes.
They woodecwt illo¥recions originate from varyos and sondrie yerly pryntyd warkes.
Thes publickacion whas cryatyd bij they authoor in WordePerfit ® (vertion 9.0).
They reƒolucion of thes Adoobe Ackroobat ® PDF publickacion hys 150 d.p.i. to faƒcillytayt minemaull fyle
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Epistyll to ane Imagenarie Frende

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