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Contents: Letter 1Book 1: THE FIRST BOOKE OF LUCAN TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH
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M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia, First Book (ed. Christopher Marlowe)
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TO HIS KIND, AND TRUE FRIEND: EDWARD BLUNT
Blount: I purpose to be blunt with you, and out of my dulnesse to
encounter you with a Dedication in the memory of that pure Elementall
wit Christopher Marlow; whose ghoast or Genius is to be seene walke
the Churchyard in (at the least) three or foure sheets. Me thinks you
should presently looke wilde now, and growe humorously frantique upon
the tast of it. Well, least you should, let mee tell you. This spirit was
sometime a familiar of your own, Lucans first booke translated; which
(in regard of your old right in it) I have rais'd in the circle of your
Patronage. But stay now Edward (if I mistake not) you are to
accommodate your selfe with some fewe instructions, touching the
property of a Patron, that you are not yet possest of; and to study
them for your better grace as our Gallants do fashions. First you must
be proud and thinke you have merit inough in you, though you are ne're
so emptie; then when I bring you the booke take physicke, and keepe
state, assigne me a time by your man to come againe, and afore the
day be sure to have chang'd your lodging; in the meane time sleepe
little, and sweat with the invention of some pittiful dry jest or two which
you may happen to utter, with some litle (or not at al) marking of your
friends when you have found a place for them to come in at: or if by
chance something has dropt from you worth the taking up, weary all
that come to you with the often repetition of it; Censure scornefully
inough, and somewhat like a travailer; commend nothing least you
discredit your (that which you would seeme to have) judgement. These
things if you can mould your selfe to them Ned I make no question but
they will not become you. One speciall vertue in our Patrons of these
daies I have promist my selfe you shall fit excellently, which is to give
nothing; Yes, thy love I will challenge as my peculiar Object both in
this, and (I hope) manie more succeeding offices: Farewell, I affect not
the world should measure my thoughts to thee by a scale of this Nature:
Leave to thinke good of me when I fall from thee.
Thine in all rites of perfect friendship,
THOMAS THORPE.
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