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And being then an object of much ruth,
By the same clew, after his useful swing,
And though by God's most powerful grace alone
His heart was settled in Religion,
Yet't is by you we know how it was done;
And know, that having crucified vanities And fixed his hope, he closed up his own eyes,
The meek and learned Hooker too, almost
And Herbert; — he, whose education,
And fitted for a court, made that his aim;
Where, with a soul composed of harmonies,
All this you tell us, with so good success,
That our obliged posterity shall profess,
T' have been your friend, was a great happiness.
And now! when many worthier would be proud
Where to commend what you have choicely writ,
Yet this, and much more, is most justly due,
But, my dear friend, 't is so, that you and I, By a condition of mortality,
With all this great, and more proud world, must die:
In which estate I ask no more of Fame,
Nor other monument of Honor claim,
Than that of your true friend, t' advance my name.
And if your many merits shall have bred
CHARLES COTTON. Jan. 17,1672.
COPY OF A LETTER
MR. IZAAK WALTON,
Doctor King, Lord Bishop Of Chichester.
Though a familiarity of more than forty years' continuance, and the constant experience of your love, even in the worst of the late sad times, be sufficient to endear our friendship; yet, I must confess my affection much improved, not only by evidences of private respect to many that know and love you, but by your new demonstration of a public spirit, testified in a diligent, true, and useful collection of so many material passages as you have now afforded me in the Life of venerable Mr. Hooker; of which, since desired by such a friend as yourself, I shall not deny to give the testimony of what I know concerning him and his learned books; but shall first here take a fair occasion to tell you, that you have been happy in choosing to write the Lives of three such persons, as posterity hath just cause to honor; which they will do the more for the true relation of them by your happy pen: of all which I shall give you my unfeigned censure.
I shall begin with my most dear and incomparable friend, Dr. Donne, late Dean of St. Paul's Church, who not only trusted me as his executor, but, three days before his death, delivered into my hands those excellent Sermons of his, now made public; professing before Dr. Winniff, Dr. Monford, and, I think, yourself then present at his bed-side, that it was by my restless importunity, that he had prepared them for the press; together with which (as his best legacy) he gave me all his sermon-notes, and his other papers, containing an extract of near fifteen hundred authors. How these were got out of my hands, you, who were the messenger for them, and how lost both to me and yourself, is not now seasonable to complain. But, since they did miscarry, I am glad that the general demonstration of his worth was so fairly preserved, and represented to the world by your pen in the history of his life; indeed so well, that beside others, the best critic of our later time (Mr. John Hales of Eaton College) affirmed to me, he had not seen a life written with more advantage to the subject, or more reputation to the writer, than that of Dr. Donne's.
After the performance of this task for Dr. Donne, you undertook the like office for your friend, Sir Henry Wotton; betwixt which two there was a friendship begun in Oxford, continued in their various travels, and more confirmed in the religious friendship of age: and doubtless this excellent person had writ the Life of Dr. Donne, if death had not prevented him; by which means his and your pre-collections for that work fell to the happy menage of your pen, — a work which you would have declined, if imperious persuasions had not been stronger than your modest resolutions against it. And I am thus far glad, that the first Life was so imposed upon you, because it gave an unavoidable cause of writing the second: if not, it is too probable we had wanted both, which had been a prejudice to all lovers of honor and ingenious learning. And let me not leave my friend, Sir Henry, without this testimony added to yours; that he was a man of as florid a wit, and as elegant a pen, as any former (or ours, which in that kind is a most excellent) age hath ever produced.
And now, having made this voluntary observation of our two deceased friends, I proceed to satisfy your desire concerning what I know and believe of the ever-memorable Mr. Hooker, who was " Schismaticorum Malleus," so great a champion for the Church of England's rights against