Digital Donne: the Online Variorum
  The 1654 Prose Letters Letter 89, cont. (p.248) |
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Sir, I cry you mercy for sealing your sisters let- ter, but I deliver you up my authority, and I re- member you, that you have hers to open it again. You will the easilier forgive me, that I write no newes, when you observe by this transgression, that I live in a place which hath quenched in me even the remembrance of good manners. By na- ming her, I have made my postscript the wor- thyest place of my letter: and therefore I chuse that place to present my service to all the company at our lodging; in which house, if I cannot get room for a pallat, at my return, my comfort is, that I can ever hope to be so near them as the Spittle in the Savoy, where they receive Travellers. [CW: To] |
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