Henrico Wottoni in Hibernia Belligeranti by John Donne

Went you to conquer? and have so much lost / Yourself, that what in you was best and most, / Respective friendship, should so quickly die? / In public gain my share is not such that I / Would lose your love for Ireland: better cheap / I pardon death (who though he do not reap / Yet gleans he many of our friends away) / Then that your waking mind should be a prey / To lethargies. Let shot, and bogs, and skeins / With bodies deal, as fate bids and restrains; / Ere sicknesses attack, young death is best, / Who pays before his death doth 'scape arrest. / Let not your soul (at first with graces fill'd, / And since, and thorough crooked limbecs, still'd / In many schools and courts, which quicken it,) / It self unto the Irish negligence submit. / I ask not laboured letters which should wear / Long papers out: nor letters which should fear / Dishonest carriage: or a seers art: / Nor such as from the brain come, but the heart.