A poste with a packet of madde letters. The second part
         Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
      
       
         
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             A poste with a packet of madde letters. The second part
             Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
          
           [63] p.
           
             Printed by R.B. for Iohn Browne, and Iohn Smethicke, and are to be solde in S. Dunstones Churhyard [sic],
             London :
             1606.
          
           
             Illustrated t.p.
             Dedication signed: Nich. Breton.
             Signatures: [A]-H⁴.
             Formerly STC 3686.
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           A
           POSTE
           WITH
           a
           packet
           of
           madde
           Letters
           .
        
         
           The
           second
           part
           .
        
         
         
           LONDON
           .
           Printed
           by
           
             R.
             B.
          
           for
           Iohn
           Browne
           ,
           and
           Iohn
           Smethicke
           ,
           and
           are
           to
           be
           solde
           in
           S.
           Dunstones
           churhyard
           ▪
           1606.
           
        
      
       
         
         
           TO
           THE
           READER
           .
        
         
           READER
           I
           knowe
           not
           what
           you
           are
           ,
           and
           therefore
           I
           cannot
           well
           tell
           What
           to
           saye
           to
           you
           :
           onelye
           this
           at
           aduenture
           ,
           if
           you
           bee
           wise
           ,
           you
           will
           not
           play
           the
           fool
           in
           scoffing
           at
           that
           ,
           which
           perhappes
           may
           deserue
           a
           better
           countenaunce
           :
           if
           you
           bee
           not
           wise
           ,
           I
           can
           but
           praye
           for
           your
           better
           vnderstanding
           :
           howsouer
           you
           bee
           ,
           I
           will
           hope
           the
           beste
           of
           you
           ,
           that
           you
           will
           think
           of
           my
           work
           as
           it
           deserues
           ,
           which
           is
           as
           much
           as
           I
           desire
           ▪
           if
           you
           get
           any
           good
           by
           it
           ,
           thank
           me
           for
           it
           :
           if
           hurt
           ,
           thanke
           your selfe
           ,
           for
           youre
           abuse
           of
           that
           mighte
           serue
           you
           better
           :
           
           this
           is
           all
           I
           can
           ,
           and
           will
           at
           this
           time
           saye
           vnto
           you
           :
           my
           intente
           was
           to
           pleasure
           manie
           ,
           and
           you
           maie
           be
           one
           of
           them
           :
           and
           to
           hurt
           none
           at
           all
           ,
           and
           therefore
           not
           you
           .
           So
           leauing
           my
           booke
           to
           your
           liking
           ,
           as
           it
           falleth
           out
           ,
           I
           rest
           as
           I
           haue
           reason
           ;
        
         
           
             Your
             friend
             ,
             
               Nich.
               Breton
            
             .
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           A
           Poste
           vvith
           a
           Packet
           of
           madde
           letters
           .
           The
           second
           part
           .
        
         
           
             The
             letter
             betweene
             the
             Knight
             R.M.
             and
             the
             Lady
             E.
             R.
             
          
           
             SWeet
             should
             be
             that
             spirit
             ,
             which
             through
             the
             instinct
             of
             loue
             vnderstādeth
             the
             silence
             of
             truth
             whose
             tonge
             is
             the
             hearte
             ,
             whose
             words
             are
             sighs
             ,
             in
             which
             are
             hidden
             the
             secret
             fruites
             of
             those
             trees
             ,
             that
             onely
             grow
             in
             the
             paradise
             of
             reason
             ;
             vouchsafe
             then
             faire
             eie
             ,
             more
             brighte
             then
             the
             sunny
             beames
             ,
             with
             one
             faire
             glaunce
             ,
             of
             ●our
             gratious
             fauoure
             to
             blesse
             this
             rude
             and
             vnworthy
             paper
             ,
             the
             which
             if
             it
             haue
             made
             you
             any
             offence
             ,
             in
             the
             fire
             consume
             it
             ;
             but
             if
             thorough
             the
             power
             of
             the
             fates
             ,
             or
             the
             effect
             of
             your
             kindenes
             ,
             it
             maie
             doe
             you
             the
             leaste
             pleasure
             ,
             Let
             him
             be
             Metamorphosed
             to
             worse
             then
             nothing
             ,
             that
             woulde
             be
             any
             thing
             ,
             but
             that
             letter
             ,
             during
             your
             reading
             ,
             or
             euer
             any
             other
             thing
             ,
             then
             your
             will
             in
             your
             seruice
             :
             for
             that
             vnder
             heauen
             ,
             hauing
             no
             cause
             of
             comforte
             ,
             but
             in
             my
             concealed
             hope
             of
             your
             grace
             ,
             let
             all
             worlds
             sweet
             be
             as
             bitternes
             to
             my
             thought
             ▪
             that
             shal
             seeke
             sweetnes
             in
             other
             sence
             :
             so
             looking
             for
             no
             felicitie
             but
             in
             the
             nest
             of
             the
             Phaenix
             ,
             in
             the
             admiration
             of
             honour
             ,
             in
             the
             humilitie
             of
             loue
             I
             rest
             .
          
           
             
               Yours
               deuoted
               to
               be
               commanded
               ▪
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Her
             Answere
             .
          
           
             WIsedome
             mighte
             well
             appeare
             in
             that
             hearte
             ,
             which
             could
             pearce
             into
             the
             conceipte
             of
             that
             spirit
             ,
             that
             with
             the
             figures
             of
             loue
             ,
             deceiues
             the
             sence
             of
             Simplicitie
             :
             which
             not
             suspecting
             euill
             ,
             findes
             seldome
             other
             substance
             :
             O
             poore
             truthe
             how
             is
             thy
             Title
             made
             a
             shadow
             of
             deceipt
             ,
             while
             in
             seeking
             of
             paradise
             ,
             folly
             falls
             into
             hell
             :
             yet
             ,
             not
             to
             wrong
             any
             Creature
             ,
             happy
             maie
             that
             liue
             ,
             that
             makes
             faith
             his
             felicitye
             ,
             and
             pardoned
             be
             that
             paper
             ,
             that
             doth
             but
             his
             masters
             message
             :
             let
             then
             sighs
             be
             buried
             in
             the
             depth
             of
             forgetfullnes
             ,
             while
             silence
             vnderstandeth
             that
             vertue
             speaketh
             :
             and
             in
             the
             fier
             of
             that
             flame
             ,
             whose
             heat
             is
             more
             felt
             then
             seen
             ,
             be
             that
             letter
             burned
             that
             offendes
             me
             with
             pleasure
             :
             so
             assuring
             my selfe
             ,
             that
             if
             from
             the
             nest
             of
             the
             Phaenix
             you
             passe
             without
             a
             fether
             ,
             either
             the
             figure
             will
             be
             a
             Cipher
             ,
             or
             the
             fancie
             affection
             :
             so
             leauing
             your
             beste
             thought
             to
             a
             blessed
             Issue
             ,
             I
             rest
             Affectionately
             ▪
          
           
             
               Yours
               in
               what
               I
               maie
               .
               E
               ;
               R.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             His
             Replie
             .
          
           
             VNworthy
             should
             that
             heart
             bee
             of
             the
             least
             of
             loues
             happines
             ,
             that
             can
             haue
             power
             to
             giue
             place
             ,
             to
             the
             poyson
             of
             deceeite
             :
             and
             more
             then
             miserable
             were
             the
             life
             ,
             that
             to
             hel
             makes
             sutch
             a
             passage
             :
             Oh
             blessed
             creature
             ,
             do
             not
             thinke
             the
             world
             to
             be
             the
             Caue
             of
             the
             accursed
             ,
             nor
             doe
             a
             wrong
             to
             loue
             ,
             in
             the
             suspition
             of
             truth
             ;
             Simple
             faith
             hath
             no
             feare
             ,
             and
             true
             loue
             cannot
             faine
             ;
             but
             ,
             if
             Silence
             be
             the
             onely
             Aunswere
             of
             the
             expectation
             o●
             comforte
             ,
             hope
             in
             obscurenesse
             m●st
             seeke
             the
             happinesse
             of
             desire
             :
             but
             let
             not
             fancy
             bee
             Cipher
             ,
             when
             faith
             knowes
             no
             fiction
             ,
             but
             let
             your
             fauoure
             
             bee
             the
             fether
             in
             the
             neste
             of
             my
             honours
             Phenix
             :
             which
             till
             I
             maie
             kindly
             receiue
             ,
             I
             shal
             in
             the
             sunne
             beames
             of
             your
             beautie
             ,
             consume
             to
             the
             ashes
             of
             discomfort
             :
             in
             which
             commending
             the
             sum
             of
             my
             life
             to
             the
             true
             and
             honourable
             seruice
             of
             loue
             ,
             I
             rest
             ▪
          
           
             
               Yours
               what
               mine
               owne
               .
               R.
               M.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             Her
             aunswere
             .
          
           
             VNgratious
             is
             that
             spirite
             ,
             that
             thorough
             suspition
             of
             deceipte
             ,
             doth
             Iniury
             to
             loue
             :
             and
             blessed
             is
             that
             fancie
             ,
             that
             liues
             onelie
             by
             faithe
             :
             sweet
             is
             the
             warre
             ,
             where
             kindnes
             endes
             the
             quarrell
             ,
             and
             little
             the
             hurt
             ,
             where
             hope
             is
             a
             moste
             present
             and
             readie
             helpe
             :
             in
             briefe
             ,
             they
             are
             blinde
             trauailers
             that
             in
             seeking
             to
             finde
             heauen
             ,
             goe
             to
             hell
             ,
             and
             if
             loue
             bee
             himselfe
             ,
             he
             hath
             life
             in
             Assurance
             :
             let
             it
             then
             suffice
             you
             ,
             to
             finde
             the
             due
             of
             desart
             ,
             where
             desire
             exceedes
             not
             the
             limits
             of
             Reason
             :
             so
             ,
             in
             the
             nature
             of
             that
             honour
             ,
             that
             giues
             vertue
             her
             best
             Grace
             ,
             commending
             the
             comfort
             of
             your
             care
             to
             the
             condition
             of
             your
             conceipte
             ,
             I
             reste
             :
             as
             I
             haue
             occasion
             to
             equall
             honoure
             in
             true
             affection
             .
          
           
             
               Yours
               as
               I
               finde
               cause
               .
               E.
               R.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             A
             merry
             letter
             from
             a
             conceited
             friend
             to
             his
             like
             familiar
             .
          
           
             HOnestie
             ,
             I
             hope
             I
             am
             in
             the
             righte
             ,
             excepte
             the
             greate
             winde
             haue
             blowen
             cleane
             awa●e
             youre
             beste
             witte
             ,
             
             giue
             me
             leaue
             ,
             spight
             of
             your
             teeth
             ,
             to
             tell
             you
             that
             I
             loue
             you
             ,
             &
             lea●t
             I
             should
             growe
             deafe
             I
             would
             bee
             glad
             to
             heare
             of
             you
             :
             for
             tho●gh
             I
             am
             ●ot
             blinde
             ,
             yet
             I
             cannot
             see
             you
             ▪
             and
             therefore
             hauing
             a
             lit
             messenger
             ,
             I
             thought
             it
             not
             amisse
             to
             write
             to
             you
             ,
             not
             for
             any
             thing
             that
             I
             haue
             to
             saie
             to
             you
             ,
             but
             that
             while
             I
             think
             on
             you
             ,
             you
             shoulde
             see
             I
             doe
             not
             forgot
             you
             :
             for
             though
             complimentes
             are
             but
             idle
             ,
             yet
             they
             make
             wordes
             in
             steed
             of
             better
             matter
             ,
             and
             so
             forth
             :
             now
             to
             the
             purpose
             ,
             you
             shall
             vnderstand
             ,
             that
             at
             the
             writing
             hereof
             a
             sodaine
             occasion
             of
             busines
             made
             mee
             make
             an
             end
             ,
             ere
             I
             had
             begon
             ,
             &
             thereore
             intending
             to
             write
             I
             know
             not
             what
             ,
             to
             abridge
             my
             conceite
             I
             know
             not
             how
             :
             but
             hoping
             that
             you
             are
             wise
             enough
             to
             thinke
             what
             you
             lift
             ,
             I
             will
             onely
             praie
             for
             you
             ,
             that
             being
             in
             as
             good
             health
             ,
             as
             I
             lea●t
             you
             ,
             as
             soone
             as
             conueniently
             you
             can
             ,
             I
             may
             meet
             with
             you
             ,
             〈◊〉
             ,
             &
             where
             it
             shal
             please
             you
             for
             as
             you
             know
             ,
             I
             am
             for
             you
             ,
             in
             al
             kindnes
             to
             quite
             you
             ▪
             and
             so
             to
             him
             that
             made
             you
             ,
             euer
             to
             blesse
             and
             keepe
             you
             ,
             with
             my
             heartes
             commendation
             I
             leaue
             you
             .
          
           
             
               Yours
               what
               mine
               owne
               ,
               B.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             Answere
             to
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             WAgge-pasty
             ,
             I
             am
             sure
             I
             am
             not
             in
             the
             wrong
             ,
             excepte
             the
             Sunne
             haue
             dried
             vp
             your
             brains
             since
             ,
             I
             left
             you
             :
             Let
             mee
             ,
             for
             I
             will
             tell
             you
             that
             ,
             in
             my
             loue
             ,
             I
             outleape
             you
             ,
             and
             will
             not
             be
             so
             idle
             ,
             as
             not
             to
             answere
             you
             ,
             that
             my
             sences
             doe
             not
             so
             fayle
             me
             ,
             but
             that
             I
             vnderstand
             you
             ,
             and
             hauing
             no
             better
             company
             would
             be
             glad
             to
             bee
             troubled
             with
             you
             :
             for
             you
             haue
             not
             a
             kind
             thought
             wherein
             I
             doe
             not
             quarrell
             with
             you
             ,
             whether
             is
             more
             force
             in
             the
             nature
             of
             true
             friendshippe
             :
             which
             because
             ,
             fortune
             fauoures
             few
             fooles
             this
             yeare
             ,
             wee
             must
             carry
             longer
             to
             plaie
             our
             game
             :
             but
             neuer
             too
             late
             to
             goe
             to
             an
             ill
             Bargaine
             ,
             for
             now
             we
             doe
             but
             talke
             our
             purses
             take
             no
             hurt
             ,
             but
             when
             the
             terme
             comes
             that
             wee
             maie
             ioyne
             issue
             
             in
             our
             cases
             ,
             I
             fear
             the
             kings
             head
             in
             fish●treet
             wil
             ●●nd
             vs
             tw●
             good
             clients
             :
             but
             ,
             all
             is
             well
             that
             endes
             well
             ;
             excepte
             it
             were
             bad
             in
             the
             beginning
             ,
             as
             I
             think
             be
             this
             my
             letter
             ,
             for
             ,
             beeing
             troubled
             with
             I
             not
             tell
             you
             what
             ,
             leaste
             it
             shoulde
             make
             you
             thinke
             I
             care
             not
             what
             ,
             I
             haue
             written
             what
             you
             may
             read
             ,
             and
             doe
             as
             you
             see
             cause
             ,
             either
             to
             replie
             vpon
             imperfection
             ,
             or
             let
             it
             rest
             with
             a
             no●
             plus
             :
             and
             so
             not
             doubting
             you
             to
             bee
             your selfe
             ,
             and
             to
             put
             mee
             in
             the
             number
             of
             your
             second
             selfe
             :
             I
             rest
             to
             your selfe
             as
             my selfe
             .
          
           
             
               One
               alwaies
               yours
               .
               H.
               W.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             A
             replie
             to
             the
             last
             letter
             .
          
           
             IF
             you
             were
             as
             wise
             ,
             as
             I
             could
             wish
             you
             ,
             I
             could
             take
             a
             little
             paines
             to
             write
             vnto
             you
             ,
             and
             yet
             for
             that
             you
             vnderstand
             your self
             ,
             I
             care
             not
             if
             I
             trouble
             you
             with
             a
             little
             idlenes
             :
             In
             the
             parish
             of
             Sain●
             Asse
             ,
             at
             the
             sign
             of
             the
             hobby
             horse
             ,
             maid
             Marian
             ,
             and
             the
             foole
             ,
             fell
             together
             by
             the
             Eares
             with
             the
             Piper
             :
             so
             y
             ●
             had
             not
             the
             good
             mā
             of
             y
             ●
             pewter
             candlestick
             ,
             set
             in
             for
             the
             Moris
             daunce
             ,
             the
             Maiegame
             had
             beene
             quite
             spoyled
             ▪
             but
             when
             the
             game
             had
             gone
             rounde
             and
             the
             braynes
             were
             well
             warmed
             ,
             the
             legges
             grew
             so
             nimble
             that
             their
             heels
             went
             higher
             then
             their
             heades
             :
             but
             in
             al
             this
             cold
             sweat
             ,
             while
             lu●●iguts
             and
             his
             best
             beloued
             ,
             were
             casting
             sheepe
             eies
             at
             a
             Cods-head
             ,
             hue
             and
             crie
             came
             thorough
             the
             streete
             ,
             that
             the
             foxe
             had
             killed
             a
             tame
             goose
             ,
             at
             the
             sodaine
             noyse
             where
             of
             the
             multitude
             were
             so
             skarde
             that
             all
             the
             moris
             Dauncers
             were
             deuided
             ,
             &
             the
             foole
             ranne
             home
             to
             your
             town
             :
             but
             because
             we
             haue
             some
             misse
             of
             him
             in
             our
             parish
             ,
             I
             pray
             you
             keep
             him
             not
             too
             long
             with
             you
             ,
             and
             so
             for
             lack
             of
             better
             present
             occurrents
             ,
             content
             your selfe
             ,
             with
             such
             newes
             as
             the
             time
             affoordes
             you
             :
             he●reafter
             you
             maie
             haue
             better
             ,
             til
             when
             and
             alwaies
             ,
             I
             rest
             as
             you
             know
             :
          
           
             
               Yours
               .
               T.
               R.
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             An
             Answere
             .
          
           
             IF
             you
             were
             not
             more
             then
             half
             mad
             ,
             you
             wold
             not
             haue
             daūced
             such
             a
             trenchmor
             ▪
             with
             your
             little
             wits
             :
             but
             ,
             yet
             ,
             since
             I
             ghesse
             it
             is
             about
             the
             full
             of
             moone
             ,
             I
             will
             hope
             shortly
             of
             your
             amendment
             :
             in
             the
             mean●
             time
             ,
             let
             me
             aduise
             you
             ,
             to
             take
             patience
             with
             your
             vnderstanding
             ,
             to
             direct
             you
             in
             a
             better
             cours
             :
             for
             when
             you
             waked
             out
             of
             your
             dreame
             ,
             you
             sawe
             no
             bodie
             ,
             but
             the
             man
             that
             you
             thought
             was
             tunne
             to
             our
             towne
             ,
             and
             hee
             was
             putting
             you
             on
             a
             coat
             of
             4
             elboes
             :
             for
             Maid-marian
             she
             I
             thinke
             is
             troubled
             with
             you
             in
             her
             cream
             pot
             :
             but
             ,
             for
             the
             hobby
             horse
             ,
             alas
             he
             hath
             forgot
             your
             turn
             :
             and
             therefore
             you
             should
             do
             wel
             to
             make
             your
             repaire
             to
             our
             market
             ,
             I
             think
             it
             will
             be
             a
             Saints
             daie
             ,
             when
             if
             a
             naughty
             bird
             doe
             not
             crosse
             the
             Nightingale
             ,
             you
             shall
             heare
             some
             strange
             musique
             about
             our
             Medowe
             plot
             :
             at
             the
             least
             you
             shall
             heare
             the
             old
             song
             that
             you
             were
             wonte
             to
             like
             well
             of
             ,
             song
             by
             the
             black
             browes
             ,
             with
             the
             cherry
             cheeks
             ,
             vnder
             the
             side
             of
             the
             pied
             Cowe
             :
             come
             liue
             with
             mee
             &
             be
             my
             loue
             :
             you
             knowe
             the
             rest
             ,
             and
             so
             I
             rest
             ,
          
           
             
               Thine
               what
               mine
               .
               N.
               R.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             other
             Replie
             .
          
           
             O
             Braue
             Oliuer
             ,
             leaue
             me
             not
             behind
             yow
             yow
             plaie
             y
             e
             Marchant
             al
             the
             week
             and
             make
             al
             whole
             vpon
             the
             holy
             daie
             ;
             you
             would
             be
             angry
             ,
             if
             you
             could
             tell
             how
             ▪
             &
             yet
             ,
             hauing
             y
             ●
             cards
             in
             your
             hand
             ,
             you
             cannot
             chuse
             but
             turn
             vp
             n●●dy
             ▪
             but
             the
             matter
             〈…〉
             great
             ,
             the
             tailer
             that
             sitted
             my
             Coate
             hath
             made
             ●ou
             many
             a
             ●●cket
             ,
             where
             if
             it
             were
             not
             for
             displeasing
             of
             Iack
             an
             Apes
             ,
             ●
             could
             make
             him
             fall
             ●ut
             with
             his
             workeman
             ,
             for
             acquainting
             you
             with
             his
             inuention
             ▪
             but
             let
             this
             passe
             and
             to
             a
             better
             purpose
             ;
             my
             neighboure
             and
             youre
             good
             friende
             hath
             a
             welcome
             in
             store
             for
             you
             ,
             and
             his
             eldest
             daughter
             
             would
             make
             you
             both
             a
             husband
             ,
             and
             a
             brother
             ,
             her
             wort●
             you
             know
             ,
             and
             his
             wealth
             wil
             doe
             no
             hurt
             :
             I
             should
             bee
             glad
             of
             your
             good
             fortune
             ,
             and
             you
             ,
             I
             think
             ,
             should
             playe
             wel
             at
             be
             you
             pleased
             ;
             and
             so
             much
             for
             the
             coniunc●io●
             c●pulatiue
             :
             newe
             ,
             for
             newes
             ,
             I
             bear
             none
             of
             late
             ,
             but
             that
             the
             Bailiffe
             of
             our
             hundreth
             ,
             hath
             had
             a
             mischaunce
             ,
             his
             wife
             taking
             a
             blow●
             that
             neuer
             smarted
             he
             hath
             a
             paine
             in
             his
             head
             ,
             that
             cannot
             be
             cured
             :
             for
             hauing
             no
             other
             pla●ster
             but
             patience
             ,
             is
             resolued
             to
             make
             good
             cheere
             with
             his
             friends
             ,
             and
             finding
             him self
             alone
             ,
             is
             content
             to
             make
             merry
             ,
             with
             good
             felowes
             :
             this
             is
             all
             for
             this
             time
             ;
             and
             so
             in
             hast
             I
             end
             ,
          
           
             
               Yours
               .
               N.
               B.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             Answere
             .
          
           
             WHen
             wits
             goe
             a
             wool
             gathering
             ,
             the
             thred
             of
             it
             may
             bee
             fine
             ,
             if
             it
             bee
             well
             spunne
             :
             I
             see
             you
             haue
             little
             to
             doe
             ,
             that
             haue
             so
             much
             leisure
             to
             play
             your
             leripups
             ,
             if
             I
             coulde
             meet
             you
             right
             ,
             I
             would
             fit
             you
             a
             penny
             worth
             :
             but
             though
             I
             cannot
             pay
             you
             ,
             your
             due
             ,
             I
             will
             not
             die
             in
             your
             debt
             ,
             &
             though
             I
             plaie
             at
             Noddy
             ,
             I
             will
             not
             take
             the
             carde
             out
             of
             your
             hand●
             for
             ,
             I
             know
             not
             how
             you
             can
             spare
             him
             :
             but
             leauing
             gamsters
             to
             their
             Tricks
             ,
             &
             Iack
             an
             apes
             to
             his
             monkie
             ,
             let
             me
             tell
             you
             ,
             that
             for
             your
             neighbour
             ,
             you
             are
             so
             neer
             him
             ,
             that
             I
             need
             not
             t●
             trouble
             him
             and
             ●or
             his
             w●lth
             and
             her
             worth
             ,
             you
             know
             wel
             enough
             what
             to
             doe
             with
             them
             :
             for
             my selfe
             I
             loue
             not
             to
             shake
             hāds
             w
             t
             your
             constable
             in
             the
             cōpany
             of
             kind
             felowship
             ,
             but
             yet
             not
             wronging
             an
             honest
             wench
             ,
             I
             wil
             wish
             her
             better
             fortune
             ,
             then
             my
             Affl●ction
             :
             and
             so
             commending
             thy selfe
             ,
             I
             will
             assist
             thee
             with
             my
             good
             praiers
             ,
             that
             the
             Bailiffe
             of
             the
             hūdreth
             may
             find
             thee
             o●e
             among
             a
             thousand
             ,
             I
             meane
             to
             shake
             handes
             ,
             but
             not
             heads
             with
             and
             so
             ▪
             in
             s●me
             little
             occasion
             ,
             of
             sodain
             busines
             I
             will
             heere
             conclude
             for
             this
             time
             ,
             and
             alwaies
             rest
             :
          
           
             
               Thine
               R.
               M
               ,
            
          
        
         
           
           
             To
             my
             Honourable
             good
             Lord
             my
             Lord
             Morafi
             .
          
           
             RIght
             honorable
             ,
             to
             expresse
             vnto
             your
             good
             Lordship
             ,
             the
             hūble
             dutie
             of
             my
             affection
             ,
             I
             cannot
             better
             do
             it
             ,
             then
             by
             this
             Bearer
             :
             whom
             for
             many
             good
             parts
             ,
             fitting
             your
             honoures
             pleasure
             ,
             I
             can
             wel
             commend
             to
             your
             fauorable
             entertainmēt
             :
             for
             ,
             as
             such
             maisters
             are
             like
             black
             Swans
             :
             so
             ,
             such
             seruāts
             are
             choys
             creaturs
             :
             for
             a
             little
             matter
             of
             small
             moment
             ,
             wil
             hoyse
             vp
             folly
             aboue
             the
             clouds
             ,
             while
             wisedome
             runnes
             a
             course
             ,
             of
             a
             more
             careful
             tēper
             :
             such
             I
             hope
             shal
             I
             find
             your
             seruāt
             ,
             whose
             wit
             &
             conscience
             take
             such
             counsaile
             in
             all
             his
             actions
             ,
             that
             the
             iudgments
             of
             good
             experience
             hold
             him
             worthy
             good
             account
             :
             for
             my self
             ,
             least
             I
             may
             be
             partial
             ,
             I
             willeaue
             his
             prayse
             to
             your
             proo●e
             :
             and
             in
             hope
             of
             your
             contentment
             ;
             onelie
             intreat
             your
             entertainment
             ;
             shortly
             I
             hope
             to
             see
             you
             :
             till
             when
             ,
             perswaded
             that
             his
             seruice
             shall
             gaine
             him
             more
             praise
             then
             my
             penne
             ,
             I
             will
             leaue
             his
             qualities
             to
             your
             triall
             ,
             and
             his
             seruice
             to
             your
             fauour
             ;
             and
             so
             in
             infragible
             loue
             rest
             ,
             during
             life
             .
          
           
             
               Yours
               assured
               in
               true
               affection
               .
               R.B.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             my
             louing
             Cousen
             ,
             master
             T.
             VV.
             Iustice
             of
             peace
             .
          
           
             SYr
             ,
             I
             would
             be
             glad
             to
             write
             you
             newes
             of
             the
             dispatch
             of
             your
             busines
             ,
             but
             yet
             it
             will
             not
             bee
             :
             for
             Lawyers
             b●ing
             ful
             of
             Clyents
             ,
             cannot
             answere
             al
             men
             at
             once
             :
             and
             therefore
             considering
             your
             matter
             is
             in
             a
             case
             of
             more
             conscience
             then
             gaine
             ,
             I
             must
             attend
             the
             leisure
             of
             your
             Counsellour
             ,
             who
             as
             he
             is
             wi●e
             ,
             I
             doubte
             not
             but
             will
             proue
             honest
             :
             an●
             then
             a
             little
             time
             will
             be
             well
             〈◊〉
             with
             ,
             that
             brings
             a
             good
             houre
             at
             the
             last
             :
             your
             aduersarie
             is
             full
             of
             mony
             ,
             and
             trudgeth
             vp
             and
             downe
             like
             a
             foxe
             ,
             but
             I
             hope
             in
             s●eed
             of
             a
             goose
             ,
             hee
             will
             bee
             
             choaked
             with
             a
             feather
             :
             haue
             you
             no
             feare
             nor
             care
             of
             it
             ,
             for
             I
             doubt
             not
             to
             effect
             it
             to
             your
             content
             :
             and
             so
             much
             for
             your
             lawe
             busines
             .
             Now
             for
             other
             matters
             ,
             the
             occurrents
             of
             this
             time
             ,
             are
             either
             so
             friuolous
             ,
             or
             dangerous
             ,
             that
             I
             thinke
             silence
             better
             blamed
             ,
             then
             babbling
             :
             for
             though
             there
             be
             fewe
             Partridges
             ,
             yet
             there
             are
             many
             setters
             heer
             in
             this
             town
             ,
             who
             listen
             for
             speeches
             ,
             intercept
             letters
             ,
             accuse
             the
             simple
             ,
             and
             vndoe
             the
             foolish
             :
             and
             therefore
             I
             had
             rather
             bee
             silent
             with
             the
             Nightingale
             til
             May
             ,
             then
             prate
             like
             a
             Cuckoe
             out
             of
             season
             :
             yet
             for
             that
             you
             shall
             not
             think
             me
             fearefull
             of
             sparrow
             blasting
             ,
             I
             wil
             write
             you
             a
             little
             news
             .
             Tobacco
             is
             like
             to
             grow
             a
             great
             commoditie
             ,
             for
             there
             is
             not
             an
             Ostler
             ,
             nor
             a
             Tapster
             ,
             but
             will
             be
             at
             his
             whiffe
             or
             two
             ,
             and
             vse
             it
             as
             a
             shooing-horn
             to
             draw
             on
             a
             potte
             of
             Beere
             .
             ●ottell
             Ale
             ,
             is
             more
             common
             then
             good
             ,
             and
             yet
             deare
             enough
             ,
             it
             is
             so
             taken
             vp
             with
             the
             drunken
             true
             .
             Theeues
             are
             well
             weeded
             ,
             and
             yet
             besides
             shoue-groate
             Testers
             ,
             there
             are
             some
             lookers
             now
             and
             then
             .
             Painting
             was
             neuer
             s●
             common
             ,
             and
             pretty
             cheape
             .
             And
             for
             women
             ,
             some
             goe
             like
             Antickes
             ;
             some
             like
             maskers
             ;
             some
             proudly
             sober
             ,
             and
             some
             like
             carelesse
             Resolution
             ,
             but
             some
             few
             like
             angels
             :
             but
             they
             are
             too
             high
             for
             men
             :
             and
             therefore
             I
             leaue
             them
             to
             higher
             powers
             .
             Now
             men
             are
             as
             in
             times
             past
             ,
             if
             young
             ,
             hardly
             wise
             ,
             though
             witty
             :
             if
             aged
             wise
             :
             if
             wealthy
             ,
             serued
             and
             honoured
             :
             if
             poore
             ,
             at
             least
             scorned
             ,
             if
             not
             worse
             vsed
             :
             If
             wise
             ,
             perhaps
             employed
             :
             if
             folish
             ,
             baffled
             ;
             this
             I
             say
             for
             the
             most
             part
             :
             for
             somtime
             ,
             for
             some
             cause
             both
             youth
             and
             age
             ,
             and
             pouerty
             and
             folly
             ,
             are
             l●●ely
             borne
             withall
             :
             but
             for
             that
             this
             is
             rather
             an
             old
             obseruation
             ,
             then
             any
             new
             matter
             ,
             I
             wil
             end
             my
             long
             letter
             :
             with
             neuer
             ending
             loue
             :
             And
             so
             in
             hope
             of
             your
             health
             ▪
             commit
             you
             to
             the
             Almightie
             .
          
           
             
               Your
               very
               louing
               Cousen
               ▪
               VV.
               R
               ,
            
          
        
         
           
           
             To
             the
             right
             honourable
             his
             very
             good
             lord
             ,
             the
             Lord.
             VV.
             H.
             
          
           
             RIghte
             honourable
             ,
             your
             noblenesse
             neuer
             ceasing
             to
             binde
             my
             seruice
             to
             your
             kindnesse
             ▪
             hath
             made
             me
             at
             this
             instant
             to
             presume
             a
             little
             vpon
             your
             good
             fauour
             :
             So
             it
             is
             my
             good
             Lord
             ,
             that
             I
             am
             shortly
             to
             bestow
             a
             daughter
             of
             mine
             in
             mariage
             vpon
             a
             gentleman
             of
             some
             worth
             ,
             and
             according
             to
             our
             custome
             ,
             friends
             must
             bee
             feasted
             ,
             when
             a
             Pa●●y
             of
             Uenison
             is
             a
             grace
             to
             the
             whole
             seruice
             :
             your
             honour
             shall
             much
             pleasure
             mee
             ,
             and
             as
             often
             heeretofore
             ,
             giue
             mee
             no
             little
             cause
             to
             bee
             thankeful
             :
             my
             state
             is
             not
             greate
             ,
             but
             my
             loue
             so
             farre
             assured
             ,
             as
             wherein
             I
             maye
             deserue
             ,
             that
             I
             cannot
             requite
             ,
             I
             will
             faile
             of
             my
             hope
             ,
             but
             I
             will
             discharge
             some
             parte
             of
             my
             debte
             :
             And
             so
             not
             doubting
             your
             honourable
             fauoure
             to
             this
             my
             sute
             for
             a
             Bucke
             ,
             beseeching
             God
             to
             adde
             happines
             to
             youre
             good
             health
             ,
             I
             humbly
             take
             my
             leaue
             .
          
           
             
               Your
               honors
               in
               all
               humblenes
               R.S.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             his
             deare
             friend
             ,
             M.
             F.
             R.
             at
             his
             lodging
             in
             the
             Temple
             .
          
           
             YOu
             wrote
             of
             late
             vnto
             mee
             ,
             for
             my
             opinion
             of
             your
             intent
             ,
             and
             abuse
             for
             your
             course
             :
             which
             two
             pointes
             I
             will
             touch
             as
             truelie
             and
             fitly
             ,
             as
             I
             can
             .
             Your
             intent
             is
             to
             leaue
             your
             studie
             ,
             and
             first
             to
             Courte
             and
             then
             to
             Armes
             :
             but
             what
             hath
             altered
             your
             intent
             in
             studie
             ,
             to
             fall
             vpon
             an
             entent
             to
             straunge
             courses
             ▪
             For
             youre
             Bookes
             peaceably
             entreat
             of
             those
             thinges
             ,
             which
             you
             maye
             finde
             disquiet
             in
             passing
             through
             .
             For
             ,
             touching
             your
             first
             course
             ,
             is
             it
             not
             bett●r
             to
             reade
             of
             Princes
             ,
             then
             to
             carrie
             theire
             crownes
             ?
             you
             cannot
             feel
             their
             burthens
             ,
             except
             you
             had
             their
             cares
             .
             Howe
             full
             of
             perils
             are
             theire
             pleasures
             ?
             yea
             ,
             howe
             many
             instrumentes
             of
             mischiefe
             doth
             the
             deuill
             send
             into
             the
             worlde
             ,
             to
             
             crosse
             the
             courses
             of
             good
             Princes
             ,
             that
             are
             leading
             theire
             people
             to
             Heauen
             ?
             and
             if
             they
             bee
             Woolues
             to
             theire
             owne
             flockes
             ,
             how
             safe
             is
             it
             to
             bee
             farre
             from
             theire
             Courtes
             ?
             Now
             ,
             leauing
             good
             Princes
             to
             Gods
             blessing
             ,
             and
             other
             to
             his
             amendment
             ,
             goe
             a
             little
             to
             his
             counsell
             .
             Oh
             howe
             greate
             are
             the
             weight
             of
             the
             charges
             ?
             and
             howe
             many
             the
             natures
             of
             their
             troubles
             :
             who
             ,
             if
             they
             all
             bee
             of
             one
             minde
             ,
             and
             as
             if
             were
             one
             body
             of
             many
             members
             ,
             yet
             sometime
             a
             toe
             ,
             and
             a
             finger
             ,
             a
             hand
             ,
             or
             an
             arme
             ,
             a
             tooth
             or
             an
             eie
             ,
             a
             tongue
             or
             an
             ●are
             ,
             may
             perhaps
             bee
             out
             of
             temper
             ,
             and
             so
             that
             all
             the
             bodie
             maie
             be
             out
             of
             frame
             ▪
             saye
             their
             wittes
             are
             greate
             thorough
             experience
             of
             place
             :
             and
             their
             pleasures
             greate
             in
             the
             authoritie
             of
             power
             :
             and
             their
             powers
             greate
             ,
             in
             the
             vertue
             of
             fauoure
             :
             yet
             with
             all
             ,
             when
             experience
             is
             put
             to
             a
             newe
             studie
             ,
             prouidence
             muste
             ●rie
             the
             power
             of
             witte
             ,
             with
             no
             little
             trouble
             :
             and
             when
             pleasures
             holde
             in
             power
             ,
             loue
             hath
             no
             place
             in
             seruilitie
             :
             and
             when
             power
             restes
             vpon
             fauoure
             ,
             what
             is
             the
             feare
             of
             fortune
             ?
             And
             further
             ●is
             not
             the
             care
             of
             a
             common
             wealth
             ,
             a
             continuall
             toyl
             of
             witte
             ?
             power
             ,
             a
             daungerous
             s●eppe
             to
             pride
             ;
             hatefull
             in
             the
             highest
             eie
             :
             and
             fortune
             vnfaithfull
             in
             all
             her
             fauoures
             ?
             rather
             read
             then
             ,
             the
             laudable
             cariage
             of
             their
             courses
             ,
             in
             the
             seruice
             of
             kings
             ,
             then
             seek
             in
             court
             to
             see
             their
             kingly
             courses
             :
             for
             God
             only
             knoweth
             their
             consciences
             ,
             themselues
             onely
             their
             cares
             ,
             and
             thou
             canst
             not
             knowe
             their
             crosses
             :
             But
             leauing
             thē
             to
             their
             honorable
             proceedings
             ,
             goe
             yet
             a
             little
             lower
             to
             the
             Ladies
             ,
             &
             what
             shalt
             thou
             see
             ?
             either
             a
             creature
             like
             an
             Angell
             ,
             if
             vertuous
             :
             or
             worse
             then
             a
             woman
             ,
             if
             vitious
             :
             perhaps
             thou
             shalt
             see
             ,
             painting
             spoyl
             a
             good
             complexion
             ,
             or
             deceiue
             a
             simple
             ●ie-sight
             :
             heate
             out
             of
             a
             fiue
             presence
             ,
             a
             fond
             spirit
             speak
             idlelie
             ,
             &
             perhaps
             an
             idle
             wit
             playe
             the
             wanton
             ,
             Now
             what
             art
             thou
             benefitted
             by
             all
             this
             ▪
             a●●se
             thine
             eye
             with
             a
             picture
             ,
             offend
             thine
             ●are
             wish
             fol●y
             ,
             or
             loose
             thy
             time
             a
             idlenesse
             .
             Were
             it
             not
             better
             for
             thee
             to
             read
             ye●iction
             of
             Venus
             ,
             then
             to
             be
             seruant
             vnto
             vanitie
             ?
             and
             to
             laugh
             at
             a
             fancie
             ,
             then
             to
             follow
             folly
             ?
             ●et
             ,
             far
             there
             be
             a
             Phaenix
             among
             birds
             ,
             if
             h●r
             nest
             be
             too
             high
             take
             heed
             of
             climing
             ,
             for
             fea●e
             of
             a
             
             fall
             :
             take
             heede
             of
             the
             obiect
             ,
             that
             makes
             an
             abiect
             of
             a
             subiect
             :
             but
             looke
             a
             side
             at
             the
             attendants
             ,
             what
             shall
             you
             see
             ?
             Cost
             &
             curtesie
             ,
             long
             seruice
             ,
             painefull
             duty
             ,
             hope
             of
             fauoure
             ,
             with
             feare
             of
             displeasure
             ,
             a
             great
             haruest
             ,
             many
             labourers
             ,
             &
             ●ewe
             gaines
             ,
             and
             must
             be
             so
             ,
             for
             desires
             are
             many
             ,
             but
             deserts
             fewer
             ,
             and
             therefore
             they
             hope
             little
             .
             In
             summe
             ,
             a
             Prince
             thou
             canst
             neuer
             be
             ,
             a
             Counsellor
             neuer
             thinke
             to
             be
             :
             Ladies
             are
             lowly
             ,
             but
             beautie
             is
             costly
             ;
             and
             the
             charge
             of
             attendance
             ,
             may
             bring
             hope
             for
             assurance
             .
             In
             mine
             opinion
             therfore
             ,
             thy
             intent
             is
             not
             good
             ,
             and
             thy
             proceeding
             will
             be
             worse
             ,
             in
             thy
             humour
             of
             Courting
             .
             Now
             ,
             for
             armes
             ,
             Is
             it
             not
             better
             to
             read
             of
             the
             noble
             acts
             of
             Conquerours
             ,
             then
             to
             trie
             the
             miserie
             of
             the
             conquered
             ,
             and
             to
             suffice
             nature
             with
             a
             little
             ,
             then
             to
             starue
             for
             want
             of
             food
             ?
             Oh
             the
             danger
             of
             death
             ,
             the
             doubt
             of
             victorie
             ,
             the
             crosse
             of
             valour
             ,
             the
             terror
             of
             a
             sigh
             ,
             sacke
             of
             a
             cittie
             ,
             the
             defence
             of
             a
             battaile
             ,
             the
             sight
             of
             blood
             ,
             the
             cares
             of
             the
             sorrowful
             ,
             and
             the
             consideration
             of
             conscience
             :
             oh
             these
             ,
             with
             many
             other
             i●
             banquets
             ,
             bitter
             stormes
             ,
             deadly
             wounds
             ,
             cold
             lodging
             ,
             hard
             fare
             ,
             stinking
             drink
             ,
             and
             louzy
             rags
             :
             and
             who
             knowes
             howe
             long
             :
             these
             things
             I
             say
             ,
             with
             what
             else
             I
             say
             not
             ,
             are
             sufficient
             I
             hope
             to
             disswade
             thee
             from
             so
             desperate
             a
             course
             :
             rather
             reade
             of
             true
             valour
             ,
             and
             vpon
             good
             cause
             ,
             and
             fit
             time
             :
             aduenture
             life
             for
             honour
             ,
             for
             thy
             country
             ,
             thy
             religion
             ,
             or
             thy
             life
             :
             otherwise
             vnder
             y
             e
             shewe
             of
             seeking
             honour
             ,
             go●
             not
             like
             a
             hired
             butcher
             to
             kill
             beasts
             :
             like
             a
             bloudy
             tyrant
             ,
             to
             kill
             men
             for
             mony
             :
             remember
             what
             thou
             hast
             read
             :
             Blessed
             are
             the
             peace-makers
             :
             seek
             peace
             &
             ensue
             it
             :
             for
             God
             wil
             blesse
             it
             ,
             if
             he
             make
             it
             .
             Yet
             if
             needs
             thou
             wilt
             goe
             to
             the
             field
             ,
             begin
             not
             with
             the
             court
             ,
             least
             dainty
             fare
             ,
             ease
             ,
             and
             idlenes
             ,
             make
             thee
             vnfit
             to
             aduenture
             the
             hard
             course
             to
             honour
             :
             but
             though
             in
             regard
             of
             the
             great
             trauailes
             ,
             and
             pe●ills
             in
             those
             passages
             ,
             the
             tittles
             of
             honour
             ,
             do
             most
             truelie
             belong
             to
             the
             well
             deseruers
             ,
             while
             valour
             showne
             in
             mercy
             ,
             doth
             grace
             noblenes
             in
             goodnesse
             ,
             yet
             ,
             for
             that
             I
             think
             thy
             body
             not
             answerable
             to
             thy
             spirit
             ,
             out
             of
             my
             loue
             I
             haue
             writen
             thee
             my
             aduise
             .
             hoping
             that
             it
             will
             take
             effect
             ,
             though
             not
             as
             I
             with
             ,
             yet
             such
             as
             may
             be
             to
             thy
             good
             :
             and
             so
             knowing
             thy
             iudgement
             sufficient
             
             to
             determine
             of
             thy
             best
             course
             ,
             I
             leaue
             thee
             with
             it
             ,
             to
             y
             e
             direction
             of
             the
             Almighty
             ,
             whom
             I
             beseech
             euer
             so
             to
             bles
             thee
             that
             I
             may
             alwaies
             heare
             wel
             of
             thee
             ,
             and
             reioyce
             to
             see
             thee
             :
             from
             my
             lodging
             in
             the
             little
             Colledge
             ,
             this
             tenth
             of
             August
             ,
             1605.
             
          
           
             
               Thine
               more
               then
               spoken
               .
               N.
               B.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             A
             letter
             of
             a
             Batchelar
             ,
             to
             a
             ritch
             widdowe
             .
          
           
             WIddow
             ,
             if
             you
             wold
             not
             be
             sowre
             ,
             I
             would
             cal
             you
             sweet
             :
             for
             though
             you
             know
             I
             loue
             you
             ,
             yet
             you
             wil
             say
             I
             flatter
             you
             :
             but
             yet
             bee
             it
             how
             it
             will
             ,
             this
             is
             truth
             ,
             beleeue
             it
             as
             you
             wil
             :
             your
             eies
             haue
             caught
             my
             hearte
             ,
             who
             hath
             sworne
             me
             a
             seruant
             to
             your
             wil
             ▪
             I
             cannot
             with
             eloquence
             court
             you
             ▪
             but
             I
             can
             truelie
             loue
             you
             ,
             and
             think
             my selfe
             blessed
             ,
             if
             I
             might
             enioie
             you
             :
             for
             as
             your
             presence
             may
             please
             the
             wisest
             ,
             so
             your
             wisedome
             may
             commaund
             the
             honest
             :
             for
             your
             wealth
             ,
             be
             it
             more
             or
             lesse
             then
             is
             reported
             ,
             your selfe
             being
             of
             more
             worth
             then
             you
             can
             haue
             ,
             I
             wish
             your selfe
             rather
             then
             what
             is
             yours
             you
             fear
             perhaps
             youths
             inconstancy
             ,
             it
             is
             triall
             that
             proueth
             truth
             :
             and
             for
             my
             loue
             ,
             it
             shall
             end
             with
             my
             life
             :
             but
             what
             are
             wordes
             vnbeleeued
             ?
             or
             hopes
             not
             firmly
             grounded
             ?
             like
             the
             vision
             of
             a
             dream
             ,
             which
             awake
             proues
             nothing
             :
             yet
             good
             widow
             ,
             if
             you
             be
             kinde
             pitty
             mee
             :
             and
             if
             pitiful
             ,
             fauour
             me
             :
             and
             if
             gratious
             ,
             loue
             mee
             :
             God
             will
             reward
             you
             ,
             loue
             will
             be
             true
             to
             you
             ,
             and
             I
             wil
             dye
             ere
             I
             wil
             deceiue
             you
             :
             you
             may
             encrease
             your
             coyne
             ,
             and
             decrease
             youre
             comfort
             :
             when
             a
             coughing
             sung
             at
             midnighte
             ,
             maie
             make
             you
             weepe
             before
             day
             :
             but
             venture
             a
             little
             and
             haue
             much
             :
             what
             I
             am
             ,
             or
             haue
             ,
             you
             shall
             haue
             all
             my
             loue
             ,
             my
             seruice
             ,
             my
             life
             ,
             &
             what
             can
             you
             haue
             more
             ?
             a
             little
             more
             drinke
             to
             make
             the
             cup
             run
             ouer
             :
             and
             perhaps
             marre
             the
             drink
             that
             was
             good
             before
             :
             
             A
             little
             more
             coyne
             to
             fil
             the
             tother
             bagge
             ,
             and
             perhaps
             fal
             out
             to
             prooue
             a
             peece
             of
             false
             monie
             :
             when
             cōmended
             by
             a
             Coistrel
             ,
             that
             will
             serue
             for
             nothing
             but
             a
             C●ckold
             ;
             or
             kirbd
             by
             a
             Gub
             ,
             that
             wil
             grate
             you
             to
             the
             bones
             for
             an
             old
             groat
             :
             you
             wil
             curse
             your
             treasure
             that
             was
             the
             cause
             of
             your
             destruction
             .
             No
             no
             ,
             good
             widow
             ,
             be
             good
             to
             thy selfe
             ,
             in
             being
             kind
             to
             me
             :
             hear
             mee
             ,
             beleeue
             me
             ,
             loue
             me
             ,
             &
             take
             me
             :
             for
             I
             wil
             be
             a
             seruāt
             to
             thy
             wil
             ,
             a
             companion
             to
             thy
             kindnesse
             ,
             &
             as
             a
             steward
             of
             thy
             substance
             :
             this
             ,
             as
             I
             liue
             ,
             &
             hope
             of
             thy
             loue
             ,
             thou
             shalt
             finde
             :
             for
             my
             heart
             hath
             auowed
             it
             ,
             and
             I
             wil
             not
             be
             a
             villain
             to
             mine
             own
             soule
             .
             In
             which
             ,
             paying
             for
             thy
             health
             ,
             and
             to
             bee
             made
             happy
             in
             thy
             kindnesse
             ,
             to
             say
             Amen
             to
             my
             prayers
             :
             I
             rest
             ,
          
           
             
               Thine
               auowed
               ,
               howsoeuer
               regarded
               .
               T.M.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             my
             louing
             friend
             .
             VV.
             D.
             at
             his
             fathers
             house
             in
             Couentrie
             .
          
           
             HOnest
             VVill
             ,
             I
             heare
             by
             your
             mother
             ,
             that
             you
             are
             going
             to
             the
             Uniuersitie
             ,
             where
             no
             doubt
             ,
             but
             with
             good
             care
             &
             diligence
             ,
             you
             maie
             doe
             your selfe
             much
             good
             :
             but
             for
             that
             I
             haue
             passed
             the
             place
             y
             t
             you
             are
             going
             to●
             ,
             &
             haue
             tried
             the
             natures
             of
             those
             studies
             ,
             and
             the
             profit
             to
             be
             made
             of
             them
             ,
             let
             me
             tell
             thee
             mine
             opinion
             of
             them
             ,
             and
             which
             I
             thinke
             best
             for
             thee
             to
             follow
             for
             thy
             good
             :
             first
             ,
             for
             the
             b●tter
             blessing
             of
             whatsoeuer
             thou
             followest
             ,
             bestow
             some
             labour
             in
             the
             reading
             of
             the
             diuine
             loue
             :
             that
             done
             ,
             note
             what
             I
             tell
             thee
             for
             the
             increase
             of
             thy
             stocke
             ,
             when
             thou
             shalt
             come
             to
             haue
             any
             dealings
             in
             the
             world
             :
             for
             thy
             better
             instructions
             in
             such
             courses
             ,
             as
             may
             be
             for
             thy
             cōmoditie
             ,
             obserue
             y
             e
             rules
             that
             I
             wil
             read
             thee
             :
             first
             for
             Grammer
             ,
             it
             is
             euery
             Ushers
             of
             pettie
             schooles
             ,
             common
             ●lai●e
             .
             Logick
             is
             but
             for
             the
             Uniuersitie
             :
             for
             musick
             ,
             it
             brings
             more
             crotchets
             then
             crowns
             :
             for
             Astronomy
             ,
             it
             goes
             too
             high
             aboue
             the
             cloudes
             ,
             to
             doe
             any
             good
             on
             the
             earth
             :
             Cosmography
             is
             good
             for
             a
             trauailer
             ,
             and
             Astrology
             for
             a
             Sea-man
             :
             but
             for
             
             him
             that
             meanes
             to
             gather
             wealth
             ,
             and
             grow
             rich
             ,
             let
             him
             bee
             perfect
             in
             Arithmetick
             ,
             to
             be
             sure
             of
             his
             numbers
             :
             it
             will
             be
             a
             meane
             to
             gather
             wealth
             many
             waies
             ,
             for
             if
             you
             keepe
             a
             merchants
             booke
             ,
             you
             shall
             learne
             his
             accounts
             ,
             the
             prices
             of
             his
             wares
             ,
             and
             the
             gaines
             of
             them
             ,
             as
             well
             by
             greate
             as
             by
             retaile
             :
             as
             wel
             outward
             ,
             as
             homeward
             :
             &
             this
             is
             a
             sure
             waie
             to
             wealth
             :
             againe
             ,
             if
             thou
             be
             aduanced
             to
             place
             of
             office
             ,
             to
             keepe
             account
             of
             the
             number
             of
             the
             people
             ,
             the
             duties
             ,
             tributes
             ,
             and
             what
             paiments
             so
             euer
             to
             be
             made
             by
             them
             ,
             for
             Subsidies
             ,
             Fifteens
             ,
             customes
             ,
             and
             what
             els
             soeuer
             .
             Arithmetick
             is
             most
             necessary
             for
             thy
             speedy
             dispatch
             of
             all
             those
             businesses
             :
             for
             howsoeuer
             honour
             may
             be
             sought
             or
             bought
             by
             them
             that
             haue
             enough
             ,
             seeke
             thou
             wealth
             ,
             and
             that
             will
             bring
             thee
             what
             the
             world
             can
             giue
             thee
             :
             for
             if
             thou
             fall
             into
             want
             ,
             and
             impairing
             or
             spending
             thy
             stocke
             ,
             bee
             forced
             to
             take
             some
             meane
             course
             for
             thy
             maintenāce
             ,
             I
             wil
             tel
             thee
             what
             thou
             shalt
             find
             true
             :
             the
             honest
             wil
             only
             pitty
             thee
             ,
             and
             say
             thou
             maist
             keepe
             a
             schoole
             ,
             t
             is
             an
             honest
             trade
             ,
             whē
             a
             churl
             wil
             grudg
             at
             his
             groat
             ,
             for
             a
             shillings
             worth
             of
             labour
             ,
             in
             beating
             quick
             sence
             into
             a
             dull
             wit
             :
             who
             ,
             if
             hee
             bee
             not
             capable
             of
             a
             good
             vnderstanding
             ▪
             yet
             shall
             the
             fault
             of
             his
             imperfection
             be
             imputed
             to
             thy
             negligence
             ,
             and
             thou
             vndeserued
             ,
             receiue
             either
             a
             frowne
             or
             a
             foule
             worde
             for
             thy
             laboure
             :
             nowe
             the
             proud
             Peacock
             that
             hath
             a
             little
             more
             mony
             thē
             wit
             ,
             wil
             perhaps
             entertain
             thee
             to
             a
             blew
             coate
             ,
             and
             forty
             shillings
             which
             ,
             how
             gratious
             it
             will
             be
             to
             a
             good
             spirit
             ,
             thou
             shalt
             find
             ,
             and
             I
             shal
             be
             sory
             to
             hear
             :
             Beleeue
             me
             ,
             if
             thou
             haue
             al
             the
             sciences
             ,
             be
             furnished
             with
             manie
             languages
             ,
             and
             art
             acquainted
             with
             honourable
             courses
             ,
             and
             hast
             a
             heart
             as
             honest
             as
             can
             liue
             ;
             yet
             if
             thou
             lack
             wealth
             to
             grace
             al
             the
             rest
             ,
             thou
             shalt
             haue
             a
             foole
             come
             ouer
             thee
             ,
             and
             a
             knaue
             abuse
             thee
             .
             &
             he
             whose
             wit
             goes
             no
             further
             then
             his
             trade
             ,
             so
             play
             vpon
             thy
             misery
             ,
             with
             scāning
             thy
             cours
             of
             life
             ,
             that
             thou
             wilt
             wish
             rather
             neuer
             to
             be
             borne
             ,
             then
             to
             be
             borne
             downe
             with
             vnhappines
             :
             yea
             for
             necessities
             sake
             thou
             shalt
             be
             enforced
             to
             bestowe
             thy
             studie
             in
             fictions
             and
             follies
             ,
             and
             to
             spend
             thy
             spirit
             in
             vain
             ,
             yea
             I
             may
             saie
             ,
             vile
             inuentions
             ,
             to
             commend
             an
             vnworthy
             person
             ,
             to
             the
             
             wound
             of
             thine
             owne
             conscience
             ,
             who
             though
             he
             loue
             to
             heare
             himselfe
             flattered
             ,
             yet
             perhaps
             when
             he
             hath
             very
             miserablie
             rewarded
             thee
             ▪
             yet
             will
             he
             lye
             of
             his
             bounty
             ,
             which
             is
             little
             better
             then
             beggery
             :
             Oh
             what
             a
             plague
             is
             it
             to
             a
             noble
             spirit
             ,
             through
             meer
             want
             ,
             to
             present
             an
             Asse
             ,
             with
             a
             burthen
             of
             wit
             ,
             or
             a
             base
             spirit
             with
             a
             tract
             of
             honour
             ?
             Oh
             deare
             VVill
             ,
             the
             wealthy
             that
             haue
             but
             a
             little
             wit
             ,
             wil
             grow
             rich
             with
             making
             a
             benefit
             of
             thy
             labours
             :
             while
             thou
             not
             waying
             thy
             lacke
             of
             iudgement
             ,
             in
             the
             first
             directing
             of
             thy
             course
             ,
             wilt
             pine
             away
             with
             sorrow
             to
             thinke
             of
             thy
             mistaken
             fortune
             :
             in
             briefe
             therfore
             follow
             my
             counsell
             ,
             studie
             all
             the
             Artes
             superficially
             ,
             but
             chiefely
             Arithmetique
             ,
             for
             it
             is
             the
             assured
             way
             to
             wealth
             :
             bee
             not
             ignorant
             in
             Diuinity
             ,
             for
             it
             is
             the
             soules
             comfort
             :
             and
             take
             heede
             of
             Poetry
             ,
             leaste
             it
             runne
             away
             with
             thy
             wit
             :
             for
             it
             hath
             commonly
             one
             of
             these
             three
             properties
             ,
             belibelling
             the
             wicked
             ,
             abusing
             the
             honest
             ,
             or
             pleasing
             the
             foolish
             :
             and
             therfore
             though
             some
             excellent
             man
             may
             haue
             an
             excellent
             humour
             ,
             doe
             thou
             rather
             reade
             in
             an
             euening
             ,
             then
             make
             thy
             daies
             worke
             in
             the
             studie
             of
             idlenesse
             :
             giue
             them
             praise
             that
             deserue
             it
             ,
             but
             doe
             not
             thou
             bend
             thy
             delight
             towards
             it
             :
             for
             in
             a
             word
             ,
             it
             is
             more
             full
             of
             pleasure
             then
             profit
             .
             Thus
             haue
             I
             writ
             thee
             a
             tedious
             letter
             ,
             hoping
             that
             if
             thou
             wilt
             followe
             my
             aduise
             ,
             it
             will
             doe
             thee
             no
             harme
             :
             and
             if
             so
             much
             good
             as
             I
             desire
             ,
             I
             shall
             be
             glad
             to
             see
             it
             :
             in
             the
             meane
             time
             ,
             leauing
             thy
             courses
             with
             thy selfe
             ,
             to
             the
             guiding
             and
             tuition
             of
             the
             almightie
             ,
             I
             rest
             :
          
           
             
               Thine
               in
               much
               affection
               ,
               R.
               P.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             his
             most
             honoured
             Lady
             Madam
             ,
             Izabella
             Tarina
             .
          
           
             HOnourable
             Madame
             ,
             how
             my
             vnworthinesse
             may
             hope
             of
             your
             goodnesse
             ,
             I
             cannot
             find
             :
             but
             in
             the
             notes
             of
             your
             noblenesse
             ,
             which
             ,
             as
             it
             may
             well
             challenge
             the
             heighth
             of
             your
             Title
             ,
             so
             doth
             it
             bind
             a
             world
             of
             seruants
             to
             your
             good
             fauour
             :
             
             among
             whome
             ,
             my selfe
             more
             desirous
             then
             able
             to
             deserue
             the
             least
             of
             your
             good
             countenance
             ,
             am
             yet
             presumptuous
             to
             trouble
             you
             with
             an
             humble
             sute
             .
             I
             haue
             a
             sister
             of
             yeares
             sufficient
             ,
             to
             vnderstand
             betwixt
             good
             and
             euill
             :
             and
             of
             disposition
             ,
             I
             thanke
             God
             ,
             not
             a
             misse
             :
             her
             bringing
             vpp
             hath
             beene
             chiefely
             at
             her
             booke
             and
             needle
             ,
             but
             yet
             is
             shee
             not
             vnfurnished
             of
             other
             parts
             fit
             for
             a
             seruant
             of
             her
             place
             :
             which
             if
             it
             mighte
             so
             stand
             with
             your
             good
             pleasure
             ,
             shoulde
             bee
             to
             attende
             your
             honour
             in
             your
             chamber
             :
             her
             trueth
             I
             will
             vndertake
             ,
             for
             her
             diligence
             I
             will
             not
             doubte
             of
             ;
             her
             kinde
             nature
             I
             can
             speake
             of
             ,
             and
             her
             affection
             vnto
             your
             Ladishippe
             ,
             I
             knowe
             is
             not
             a
             little
             :
             if
             therefore
             in
             all
             these
             ,
             shee
             may
             bee
             pleasing
             to
             your
             entertainemente
             ,
             I
             shall
             bee
             bound
             to
             your
             good
             fauoure
             in
             the
             honour
             of
             her
             preferment
             ;
             which
             beeing
             the
             highest
             aduancement
             ,
             that
             her
             duty
             can
             deserue
             ,
             I
             leaue
             her
             seruice
             with
             mine
             owne
             ,
             to
             your
             honourable
             emploiment
             .
             So
             crauing
             pardon
             to
             my
             boldnesse
             ,
             with
             fauor
             to
             my
             sute
             ,
             I
             humblie
             take
             my
             leaue
             .
          
           
             
               Your
               Ladiships
               in
               all
               humblenesse
               ,
               F.
               W.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             my
             most
             beloued
             God-father
             ,
             T.
             H.
             
          
           
             GOd-father
             ,
             at
             the
             Font
             you
             gaue
             me
             a
             name
             ,
             and
             as
             I
             haue
             heard
             ,
             and
             read
             of
             others
             ,
             you
             vndertooke
             to
             see
             mee
             brought
             vp
             in
             learning
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             feare
             of
             GOD
             :
             I
             doe
             not
             remember
             that
             euer
             I
             yet
             receiued
             pennie
             from
             you
             ,
             towardes
             the
             charge
             thereof
             ;
             and
             you
             hauing
             neither
             charge
             of
             wife
             nor
             children
             ,
             might
             doe
             well
             to
             bestowe
             your
             blessing
             vppon
             mee
             ,
             in
             somwhat
             better
             then
             a
             bare
             hand
             ,
             which
             wil
             buie
             nothing
             :
             is
             it
             possible
             .
             that
             hauing
             one
             foot
             in
             the
             graue
             ,
             the
             other
             should
             be
             so
             farre
             off
             ?
             am
             I
             your
             nearest
             in
             nature
             ,
             and
             shall
             I
             bee
             furthest
             off
             in
             loue
             ?
             I
             know
             not
             the
             cause
             ,
             but
             what
             euer
             it
             be
             misconceiued
             in
             vnkindnes
             ,
             let
             me
             intreat
             you
             ,
             to
             beleeue
             my
             loue
             ,
             and
             I
             desire
             no
             more
             ;
             for
             when
             you
             are
             wearie
             of
             the
             flatterie
             of
             
             those
             that
             feede
             vppon
             you
             ,
             among
             the
             greate
             showers
             of
             your
             kindnesse
             ,
             that
             you
             dailie
             raine
             downe
             vppon
             their
             fieldes
             ,
             you
             will
             I
             hope
             bestowe
             one
             droppe
             of
             grace
             vppon
             my
             grounde
             :
             I
             will
             ●ege
             nothing
             but
             your
             will
             ,
             and
             will
             loue
             you
             more
             then
             they
             which
             tell
             you
             more
             :
             bee
             not
             couetous
             to
             gather
             for
             them
             that
             gape
             for
             your
             goods
             :
             and
             bee
             not
             fast
             handed
             to
             him
             ,
             who
             loues
             you
             more
             then
             al
             you
             haue
             :
             and
             the
             good
             that
             you
             will
             doe
             ,
             let
             it
             be
             in
             your
             life
             ,
             that
             you
             maie
             see
             your
             contentmēt
             in
             the
             issue
             of
             your
             kindnes
             :
             loath
             I
             am
             to
             wearie
             you
             with
             words
             ,
             and
             therfore
             in
             the
             loue
             of
             a
             true
             heart
             ,
             which
             dailie
             praieth
             for
             your
             health
             and
             heartes
             ease
             ,
             hoping
             that
             God
             wil
             moue
             you
             for
             my
             good
             ,
             whosoeuer
             is
             a
             meane
             of
             my
             hurt
             ,
             I
             cease
             further
             at
             this
             time
             to
             trouble
             you
             ,
             but
             rest
             alwaies
             in
             the
             dutie
             of
             mine
             humble
             loue
             .
          
           
             
               Your
               affectionate
               god
               sonne
               .
               T
               ,
               B.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             my
             dearest
             beloued
             friend
             on
             earth
             ,
             H.
             W.
             
          
           
             HOnest
             Harry
             ,
             out
             of
             the
             troubled
             spirit
             of
             a
             tormēted
             heart
             I
             write
             to
             thee
             ,
             and
             therefore
             beare
             with
             my
             skill
             if
             it
             be
             not
             in
             the
             pleasing
             nature
             of
             so
             good
             an
             humor
             as
             I
             could
             wish
             ,
             and
             thou
             art
             worthie
             of
             :
             but
             as
             I
             know
             thee
             able
             to
             iudge
             of
             colours
             ,
             better
             then
             the
             blind
             eies
             of
             beetel
             heads
             ,
             and
             of
             that
             true
             kindnesse
             ,
             that
             can
             and
             dooth
             rather
             comfort
             the
             afflicted
             ,
             then
             encrease
             the
             sorrowes
             of
             the
             distressed
             :
             let
             mee
             imparte
             to
             thee
             some
             part
             of
             my
             passion
             ,
             that
             patience
             in
             thy
             pitie
             ,
             may
             the
             better
             plaie
             her
             part
             in
             my
             spirit
             :
             what
             shall
             I
             saie
             ?
             I
             liue
             as
             without
             life
             ,
             pleasuring
             in
             nothing
             ,
             crossed
             in
             all
             hopes
             ,
             put
             in
             manie
             feares
             ,
             languishing
             in
             manie
             sorrowes
             ,
             &
             troubled
             with
             the
             grief
             of
             a
             wounded
             conscience
             :
             not
             with
             the
             horror
             of
             murther
             ,
             the
             feare
             of
             treason
             ,
             nor
             delight
             of
             sinne
             :
             but
             with
             the
             crueltie
             of
             fortune
             ,
             the
             vnkindnesse
             of
             friends
             ,
             and
             the
             breach
             of
             my
             credit
             :
             and
             most
             of
             all
             ,
             with
             them
             whom
             I
             most
             loue
             .
             Oh
             God
             ,
             my
             heart
             aketh
             ,
             and
             blame
             it
             not
             :
             and
             my
             spirit
             mourneth
             ,
             and
             
             reprooue
             it
             not
             :
             for
             though
             patience
             bee
             a
             vertue
             that
             maketh
             men
             diuine
             ,
             yet
             there
             is
             but
             one
             Christ
             ,
             &
             men
             are
             no
             Angels
             :
             and
             let
             me
             tell
             thee
             true
             ,
             the
             miserie
             of
             my
             life
             is
             intolerable
             in
             the
             sense
             of
             nature
             :
             for
             compare
             the
             afflictions
             of
             the
             most
             patient
             ,
             with
             the
             causes
             of
             my
             passions
             ,
             and
             prouide
             a
             world
             of
             pittie
             ,
             to
             behold
             the
             mappe
             of
             my
             miseries
             :
             hath
             one
             man
             beene
             wealthie
             ,
             &
             becom
             poore
             ?
             so
             am
             I
             :
             hath
             another
             suffered
             wrong
             ?
             so
             doe
             I
             another
             buried
             his
             parents
             ,
             children
             ,
             &
             deare
             friendes
             ?
             so
             haue
             I
             :
             another
             trauailed
             farre
             in
             hope
             of
             gaine
             ,
             and
             return
             with
             losse
             ?
             so
             haue
             I
             :
             another
             been
             wounded
             in
             the
             wars
             ,
             fared
             hard
             ,
             laine
             in
             a
             cold
             bed
             ,
             manie
             a
             bitter
             storme
             ,
             and
             been
             at
             manie
             a
             hard
             banquet
             ?
             all
             these
             haue
             I
             :
             another
             imprisoned
             ,
             so
             haue
             I
             :
             another
             long
             beene
             sicke
             ?
             so
             haue
             I
             :
             another
             plagued
             with
             an
             vnquiet
             wife
             ?
             so
             am
             I
             :
             another
             indebted
             to
             his
             hearts
             griefe
             ,
             and
             faine
             would
             paie
             and
             cannot
             ?
             so
             am
             I
             :
             another
             in
             loue
             ?
             so
             am
             I
             ;
             another
             out
             of
             loue
             with
             himselfe
             ?
             so
             am
             I
             ;
             in
             summe
             ,
             when
             anie
             of
             these
             crosses
             ,
             are
             able
             to
             kill
             the
             heart
             of
             a
             kind
             spirit
             ,
             and
             all
             these
             lie
             at
             once
             so
             heauie
             vpon
             mine
             hart
             ,
             as
             nothing
             but
             the
             hand
             of
             God
             can
             remoue
             ,
             besides
             my
             continual
             toile
             ,
             for
             the
             reward
             of
             vnquietnesse
             ;
             while
             that
             which
             should
             be
             my
             comfort
             ,
             is
             my
             corrosiue
             ,
             imagine
             how
             ,
             with
             all
             this
             ,
             I
             can
             liue
             ;
             and
             think
             what
             a
             death
             it
             is
             thus
             to
             liue
             .
             Oh
             the
             scorn
             of
             the
             proud
             ,
             the
             abuse
             of
             the
             vngratious
             ,
             the
             scoff
             of
             the
             foolish
             ,
             and
             the
             scanning
             of
             the
             vnkind
             :
             the
             companie
             of
             the
             discontentiue
             ,
             and
             the
             want
             of
             the
             most
             affected
             ;
             the
             disgrace
             of
             learning
             ,
             the
             losse
             of
             time
             ,
             and
             the
             miserie
             of
             want
             .
             If
             there
             be
             a
             Hell
             on
             the
             earth
             ,
             it
             cannot
             be
             farre
             from
             this
             caue
             of
             my
             discomforte
             ;
             where
             I
             am
             sure
             ,
             the
             diuel
             seeing
             my
             desire
             to
             serue
             God
             ,
             laieth
             all
             the
             barres
             he
             can
             in
             the
             waie
             of
             my
             best
             comfort
             :
             but
             I
             de●●●
             him
             ,
             and
             hope
             in
             Christ
             that
             my
             liuing
             and
             louing
             God
             ,
             who
             hath
             tried
             my
             soule
             in
             aduersities
             ,
             wil
             one
             day
             in
             his
             mercie
             ,
             so
             look
             vpon
             me
             ,
             that
             the
             diuel
             shall
             be
             driuen
             back
             from
             his
             purpose
             ,
             and
             the
             tears
             of
             my
             sorrow
             wipt
             away
             ,
             I
             shall
             reioyce
             in
             such
             a
             ioy
             ,
             as
             all
             my
             griefes
             cleane
             forgotten
             ,
             my
             hart
             and
             soule
             ,
             shall
             in
             the
             ioy
             of
             all
             my
             sense
             ,
             in
             the
             heauenlie
             harmonie
             of
             a
             holy
             himne
             ,
             sing
             a
             new
             song
             of
             praise
             ,
             to
             the
             glorie
             of
             my
             Sauiour
             :
             
             for
             the
             hastening
             whereof
             ,
             in
             my
             deliuerance
             from
             my
             torments
             ,
             and
             comforts
             in
             his
             mercies
             ,
             I
             will
             frame
             my
             dailie
             prayers
             ,
             and
             bee
             assured
             of
             thy
             Amen
             :
             but
             I
             feare
             I
             am
             too
             tedious
             ,
             and
             therefore
             wil
             thus
             end
             :
             God
             continue
             my
             patience
             ,
             but
             not
             my
             sorrowes
             ,
             giue
             me
             deliuerance
             from
             my
             miseries
             ,
             and
             make
             me
             thankful
             for
             his
             blessings
             :
             &
             blesse
             thee
             with
             as
             much
             happines
             ,
             as
             thou
             knowst
             I
             want
             ;
             so
             leauing
             my
             hopes
             to
             his
             mercies
             ,
             and
             vs
             both
             to
             his
             tuition
             :
             I
             rest
             ;
             with
             as
             little
             rest
             ,
             as
             I
             think
             any
             man
             can
             rest
             ,
          
           
             
               Thine
               ,
               or
               not
               mine
               owne
               .
               N.R.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             his
             faire
             Mistresse
             and
             heartes
             honour
             ,
             Mistresse
             A.
             T.
             
          
           
             LAdie
             ,
             I
             haue
             been
             so
             ill
             a
             scholar
             to
             loue
             ,
             that
             I
             neuer
             yet
             learned
             the
             courting
             of
             beautie
             ,
             neither
             would
             I
             willingly
             vse
             Act
             to
             abuse
             vertue
             :
             and
             therefore
             if
             plaine
             truth
             may
             haue
             grace
             ,
             I
             will
             vse
             no
             Atturneie
             in
             this
             case
             :
             which
             being
             to
             be
             iudged
             in
             your
             kindnes
             ,
             I
             will
             onely
             craue
             audience
             ,
             and
             stand
             to
             your
             arbitrement
             :
             my
             case
             being
             mine
             owne
             lawyer
             ,
             thus
             I
             plead
             :
             your
             eies
             haue
             stolne
             my
             hearte
             :
             now
             I
             must
             either
             be
             accessarie
             to
             mine
             own
             hurte
             ,
             or
             accuse
             you
             of
             the
             fellonie
             ,
             but
             rather
             willing
             to
             loose
             my
             heart
             in
             your
             eyes
             ,
             then
             keepe
             them
             to
             looke
             on
             other
             light
             ,
             I
             wil
             onelie
             appeale
             to
             your selfe
             ,
             what
             to
             doe
             in
             this
             passion
             :
             If
             I
             loue
             ,
             you
             must
             know
             it
             ,
             for
             your
             eies
             haue
             my
             hearte
             :
             and
             if
             I
             loose
             my
             hearte
             ,
             you
             must
             haue
             it
             ,
             for
             your
             eies
             are
             wel
             worthie
             of
             it
             ;
             but
             now
             you
             haue
             it
             ,
             preserue
             it
             for
             your
             seruice
             ,
             let
             it
             not
             die
             in
             displeasure
             ▪
             that
             hath
             no
             life
             but
             in
             your
             loue
             :
             of
             it
             could
             speak
             ,
             it
             would
             tell
             you
             how
             dearlie
             ,
             highlie
             ,
             and
             onelie
             it
             honours
             you
             ,
             and
             if
             you
             will
             beleeue
             it
             ,
             you
             shal
             quicklie
             find
             it
             :
             for
             it
             is
             dedicated
             to
             your
             seruice
             ,
             and
             hath
             no
             care
             ,
             but
             of
             your
             fauoure
             ;
             keepe
             it
             then
             to
             your
             vse
             ,
             vse
             it
             to
             your
             pleasure
             ,
             and
             let
             it
             dye
             in
             other
             comfort
             .
             In
             summe
             ,
             not
             to
             dwel
             ●pon
             ceremonies
             ,
             it
             is
             
             nothing
             mine
             ,
             but
             al
             yours
             :
             and
             if
             it
             maie
             liue
             in
             your
             eyes
             ,
             it
             seekes
             no
             other
             heauen
             in
             this
             world
             :
             driue
             it
             not
             then
             frō
             you
             that
             hath
             no
             life
             but
             in
             you
             :
             and
             take
             it
             wholly
             to
             you
             ,
             that
             is
             as
             nothing
             without
             you
             :
             so
             leauing
             it
             with
             my selfe
             ,
             to
             the
             honour
             of
             your
             onelie
             seruice
             ,
             I
             take
             my
             leaue
             for
             this
             time
             :
             but
             will
             rest
             euer
             .
          
           
             
               
                 Yours
                 ●●●wed
                 and
                 deuoted
                 .
                 R.
                 S.
                 
              
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             his
             very
             good
             friend
             ,
             Master
             ▪
             
               R.
               B.
            
             at
             his
             house
             in
             Coll.
             
          
           
             SYr
             ,
             I
             knowe
             you
             loue
             no
             long
             letters
             ,
             and
             my
             sute
             being
             t●
             most
             men
             so
             vnpleasing
             ,
             I
             would
             be
             loath
             to
             be
             tedious
             :
             I
             haue
             purchased
             a
             peece
             of
             land
             ,
             and
             laied
             out
             al
             my
             mony
             ;
             now
             vpon
             the
             sodain
             ,
             an
             vnexpected
             occasiō
             puts
             me
             to
             an
             extraordinarie
             charge
             :
             for
             the
             furnishing
             wherof
             ,
             I
             am
             constrained
             to
             try
             my
             good
             frinds
             :
             among
             which
             presuming
             of
             your
             kind
             promise
             vpon
             any
             vrgent
             occasion
             to
             stand
             me
             in
             steed
             ,
             I
             am
             to
             intreat
             you
             by
             this
             bearer
             ,
             to
             helpe
             me
             to
             forty
             pounds
             .
             wherein
             you
             shall
             so
             much
             pleasure
             me
             ,
             as
             so
             much
             maie
             doe
             ,
             and
             as
             I
             can
             requi●e
             it
             ,
             I
             will
             not
             forget
             it
             :
             I
             would
             haue
             it
             for
             sixe
             months
             :
             my
             daie
             I
             will
             not
             breake
             ,
             I
             will
             take
             it
             kindelie
             ,
             and
             deserue
             it
             thankfully
             :
             my
             seruant
             is
             trusty
             ,
             and
             therefore
             I
             praie
             you
             send
             it
             by
             him
             :
             and
             as
             you
             will
             bee
             assured
             of
             m●
             loue
             ,
             feede
             mee
             not
             with
             delays
             nor
             excuse
             :
             for
             I
             knowe
             you
             haue
             it
             ,
             and
             you
             know
             I
             will
             pa●e
             it
             .
             Thus
             loath
             to
             vse
             you
             like
             a
             broker
             ,
             to
             send
             you
             a
             pawne
             ,
             as
             an
             honest
             neighbour
             .
             let
             me
             be
             beholding
             to
             your
             kindnesse
             ,
             in
             which
             you
             shal
             giue
             me
             cause
             in
             the
             like
             ,
             or
             a
             greater
             matter
             to
             rest
             vpon
             ,
             at
             as
             short
             a
             warning
             .
          
           
             
               Your
               assured
               friend
               to
               vse
               ,
               R.
               H.
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             To
             the
             Right
             worshipfull
             my
             very
             good
             master
             ,
             Syr
             
               Thomas
               VVard
            
             Knight
             ,
             at
             his
             house
             in
             Padow
             .
          
           
             SYr
             ,
             after
             mine
             humble
             duty
             :
             I
             haue
             talked
             wit●
             diuers
             of
             those
             parties
             ,
             to
             whō
             you
             directed
             me
             ,
             touching
             y
             e
             benefit
             to
             be
             made
             of
             the
             sate
             ,
             which
             you
             haue
             in
             hand
             ,
             whose
             opinions
             I
             fi●de
             diuers
             :
             yet
             all
             agreeing
             in
             this
             ,
             that
             if
             you
             can
             procure
             it
             irreuocable
             ,
             the
             mony
             will
             be
             aduentured
             :
             otherwise
             ,
             they
             are
             loth
             to
             engage
             their
             states
             and
             credits
             ,
             too
             far
             vpō
             bare
             hopes
             for
             liues
             are
             vncertaine
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             change
             of
             times
             ,
             diuerse
             things
             fall
             out
             contrary
             to
             expectation
             :
             you
             shall
             therefore
             doe
             well
             before
             you
             trouble
             any
             of
             them
             in
             it
             ,
             to
             make
             sure
             of
             the
             matter
             ,
             in
             such
             sort
             as
             may
             be
             best
             for
             your
             profit
             :
             for
             the
             sute
             being
             effected
             to
             good
             purpose
             ,
             leaue
             to
             me
             to
             deal
             in
             it
             to
             your
             contēt
             :
             ther
             is
             much
             muttering
             that
             you
             are
             like
             to
             be
             crossed
             in
             it
             ,
             I
             would
             therefore
             wish
             you
             to
             trie
             your
             strength
             in
             it
             ,
             &
             not
             to
             slip
             time
             ,
             for
             it
             is
             pretious
             in
             a
             good
             course
             :
             bear
             with
             me
             I
             beseech
             you
             ,
             if
             I
             moue
             your
             patience
             ,
             in
             vrging
             your
             speed
             :
             for
             it
             is
             for
             your
             owne
             good
             :
             against
             your
             comming
             to
             town
             ,
             I
             will
             haue
             some
             what
             else
             for
             you
             to
             set
             on
             foote
             ,
             for
             he
             that
             wil
             work
             ,
             must
             not
             haue
             the
             fire
             without
             an
             yron
             :
             but
             not
             knowing
             your
             businesse
             ,
             I
             will
             forbear
             at
             this
             time
             to
             trouble
             you
             with
             idle
             newes
             :
             and
             only
             praying
             for
             your
             health
             and
             harts
             ease
             ,
             cōmit
             the
             consideration
             of
             your
             owne
             causes
             ,
             to
             the
             mannaging
             of
             your
             good
             discretion
             :
             &
             so
             humbly
             take
             my
             leaue
             for
             this
             time
             ,
             and
             rest
             alwaies
             ,
          
           
             
               Your
               Worships
               humble
               seruant
               ,
               I.
               T.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             my
             assured
             louing
             friend
             .
             T.
             B.
             with
             speed
             ,
          
           
             NOne
             paiment
             of
             debts
             ,
             is
             not
             onely
             a
             crack
             in
             credit
             ,
             but
             a
             losse
             of
             friends
             :
             vpon
             your
             letter
             I
             furnished
             your
             want
             :
             and
             fortune
             hauing
             bene
             your
             friend
             ,
             a
             large
             conscience
             mee
             thinketh
             doth
             not
             wel
             :
             your
             excuse
             I
             yet
             know
             not
             ,
             no●
             can
             wel
             deuise
             it
             :
             but
             acquaint
             me
             with
             it
             ,
             that
             I
             may
             not
             wrong
             your
             disposition
             :
             for
             a
             seeled
             affection
             ,
             expecteth
             the
             like
             measure
             in
             
             kindnes
             :
             the
             mony
             you
             had
             of
             me
             is
             not
             much
             ,
             but
             if
             it
             haue
             done
             you
             pleasure
             ,
             I
             am
             glad
             of
             it
             :
             and
             if
             you
             can
             well
             spare
             it
             ,
             by
             this
             bearer
             ,
             I
             pray
             you
             returne
             it
             ,
             or
             the
             cause
             why
             you
             detaine
             it
             :
             I
             haue
             lately
             bought
             sheepe
             to
             store
             a
             pasture
             that
             I
             haue
             taken
             to
             farme
             ,
             and
             my
             mony
             being
             short
             ,
             I
             am
             boul●
             to
             write
             to
             you
             for
             mine
             owne
             ,
             which
             if
             it
             come
             ,
             shall
             be
             welcome
             ,
             if
             not
             ,
             so
             that
             I
             know
             how
             it
             may
             steed
             you
             ,
             I
             will
             forbear
             it
             :
             and
             for
             the
             conference
             betwixt
             your
             sonne
             ,
             and
             my
             daughter
             ,
             I
             think
             they
             are
             more
             ready
             for
             vs
             ,
             then
             wee
             for
             them
             :
             youre
             mind
             I
             know
             ,
             and
             am
             contented
             with
             it
             .
             for
             as
             I
             see
             their
             proceedings
             ,
             we
             will
             soone
             fall
             vpon
             agreement
             :
             and
             to
             be
             plaine
             with
             you
             ,
             I
             think
             I
             were
             best
             rather
             to
             prouide
             you
             more
             mony
             ,
             then
             demand
             any
             more
             that
             you
             haue
             ,
             and
             therefore
             making
             your
             excuse
             ,
             in
             this
             onelie
             point
             of
             affection
             ,
             intreating
             pardon
             for
             my
             plaine
             manner
             of
             writing
             ,
             assuring
             you
             ,
             that
             if
             this
             matter
             goe
             forward
             ,
             (
             as
             it
             is
             no
             other
             like
             )
             as
             their
             lo●es
             ,
             so
             shal
             our
             purses
             be
             one
             :
             and
             thus
             hoping
             of
             your
             health
             as
             mine
             owne
             ,
             with
             commendations
             to
             youre
             kind
             sonne
             ,
             youre
             ,
             selfe
             ,
             and
             your
             ▪
             good
             Shrew
             ,
             I
             commit
             you
             to
             the
             Almighty
             :
             Caunterbury
             this
             fourth
             of
             August
             .
             1604.
             
          
           
             
               Your
               very
               louing
               friend
               .
               N.T.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             a
             Iudge
             in
             the
             behalfe
             of
             an
             offender
             .
          
           
             MY
             good
             Lord
             ,
             your
             honourable
             care
             of
             Iustice
             ▪
             I
             hope
             is
             seasoned
             with
             the
             charitable
             weight
             of
             mercy
             :
             for
             though
             the
             law
             cutteth
             off
             offence
             by
             sharpe
             punishment
             ,
             yet
             death
             takes
             away
             repentance
             ,
             and
             where
             there
             is
             sorrow
             ,
             ther
             is
             signe
             of
             grace
             :
             the
             best
             Iudge
             of
             true
             Iustice
             ,
             
               Christe
               Iesus
            
             pardoned
             the
             great
             sinner
             ,
             and
             with
             the
             gentle
             rebuke
             of
             
               sin
               no
               more
            
             ,
             called
             her
             to
             great
             grace
             :
             now
             shall
             Iustice
             ,
             vpon
             the
             first
             fact
             ,
             vse
             an
             other
             course
             vpon
             an
             offender
             ?
             I
             knowe
             it
             is
             your
             oath
             to
             doe
             iustice
             ,
             yet
             may
             you
             giue
             time
             of
             repentance
             ,
             in
             reprieuing
             this
             poore
             man
             ,
             whose
             pardon
             will
             bee
             easily
             attained
             .
             Your
             honor
             shall
             doe
             a
             good
             deede
             ,
             God
             in
             imitating
             his
             course
             in
             iustice
             ,
             will
             surely
             regard
             and
             reward
             you
             ,
             the
             
             penitent
             offender
             shall
             be
             bound
             euer
             to
             pray
             for
             you
             ▪
             my selfe
             with
             all
             his
             friends
             ,
             will
             truly
             honor
             you
             ,
             and
             no
             doubt
             but
             our
             King
             ,
             who
             is
             full
             of
             mercie
             ,
             when
             his
             Maiestie
             ▪
             shall
             heare
             of
             it
             will
             comme●d
             you
             :
             beseeching
             therefore
             your
             honour
             to
             stay
             the
             sentence
             of
             his
             death
             vntill
             the
             next
             A●●ise
             ,
             or
             to
             graunt
             him
             a
             reprieue
             til
             the
             said
             time
             :
             leauing
             the
             poore
             mans
             life
             to
             a
             word
             of
             your
             mouth
             ,
             with
             my
             humble
             and
             bounden
             seruice
             to
             your
             ho●orable
             commandemēt
             ,
             in
             prayer
             for
             your
             good
             health
             and
             all
             other
             happinesse
             :
             I
             humbly
             take
             my
             leaue
             .
          
           
             
               Your
               honors
               in
               all
               humblenes
               ,
               D.
               H.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             A
             Letter
             of
             complements
             ,
             To
             my
             very
             good
             friend
             master
             H.
             W.
             at
             his
             house
             in
             Kelton
             .
          
           
             SYr
             ,
             if
             I
             could
             haue
             let
             passe
             so
             fit
             a
             messenger
             without
             some
             thankful
             remembrance
             ,
             I
             were
             vnworthy
             of
             so
             good
             a
             friēd
             ;
             but
             your
             kindnesse
             being
             such
             ,
             as
             wil
             euer
             worke
             in
             a
             good
             mind
             ,
             I
             praie
             you
             let
             me
             salute
             you
             with
             this
             little
             tokē
             of
             my
             loue
             ▪
             The
             runlet
             is
             of
             suc●
             sacke
             ,
             as
             Bristowe
             hath
             no
             better
             ,
             and
             the
             suger-lofe
             for
             your
             good
             Lady
             ,
             I
             assure
             you
             is
             right
             Barbary
             ,
             which
             at
             this
             time
             ,
             is
             bere
             of
             some
             price
             ,
             but
             vpon
             the
             c●●sing
             of
             the
             troubles
             there
             ,
             I
             hope
             we
             shall
             haue
             it
             cheape
             here
             :
             in
             the
             meane
             time
             ,
             howsoeuer
             it
             be
             ,
             what
             you
             neede
             ▪
             command
             in
             that
             or
             what
             else
             may
             bee
             in
             my
             power
             to
             accomplish
             :
             and
             so
             wishing
             I
             were
             with
             you
             at
             the
             killing
             of
             one
             of
             your
             fat
             Buck●
             ,
             with
             my
             heartie
             commendations
             to
             your selfe
             and
             your
             good
             bedfellow
             ,
             &
             manie
             thanks
             to
             you
             both
             fo●
             my
             great
             good
             cheare
             and
             most
             kind
             entertainment
             ▪
             hoping
             to
             see
             you
             at
             my
             house
             ,
             at
             your
             comming
             to
             towne
             ,
             where
             you
             shall
             make
             your
             owne
             welcome
             ,
             I
             commit
             you
             to
             the
             almightie
             :
             London
             ,
             this
             xx
             .
             of
             Iulie
             ,
             1604.
             
          
           
             
               Your
               very
               louing
               and
               assured
               friend
               ,
               C.
               R.
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             To
             his
             assured
             friend
             master
             Tho.
             Rise
             ,
             at
             his
             house
             in
             the
             Strand
             .
          
           
             AGainst
             this
             time
             of
             my
             attēdance
             vpon
             the
             Iudge
             of
             this
             circuit
             ,
             I
             shall
             haue
             occasion
             to
             vse
             manie
             things
             ,
             whereof
             I
             am
             now
             vnfurnished
             :
             your
             skill
             in
             chusing
             the
             best
             ,
             and
             knowing
             the
             prices
             ,
             I
             know
             long
             since
             ,
             by
             your
             kindnesse
             in
             the
             like
             trouble
             :
             and
             therefore
             entreate
             you
             once
             more
             to
             take
             a
             little
             paines
             with
             this
             bearer
             my
             seruant
             in
             helping
             him
             ,
             in
             the
             laying
             out
             of
             his
             monie
             ,
             vpon
             such
             parcels
             ,
             as
             in
             my
             note
             for
             mine
             vse
             ,
             I
             haue
             set
             down
             :
             your
             trauel
             nor
             kindnes
             shall
             not
             be
             vnthankfullie
             forgotten
             ,
             and
             wherin
             I
             may
             in
             this
             countrie
             or
             elsewhere
             pleasure
             you
             ,
             you
             shall
             not
             faile
             of
             my
             best
             meanes
             :
             If
             you
             haue
             anie
             newes
             ,
             I
             praie
             you
             acquaint
             me
             with
             them
             ,
             and
             if
             the
             shippers
             be
             come
             from
             the
             Indies
             ,
             what
             good
             successe
             they
             haue
             had
             :
             but
             some
             earnest
             businesse
             makes
             me
             briefer
             then
             I
             otherwise
             would
             be
             ;
             and
             therfore
             hoping
             of
             your
             health
             ,
             and
             not
             doubting
             of
             your
             kindnesse
             ,
             with
             heartie
             commendations
             ,
             I
             commit
             you
             to
             the
             Almightie
             :
             Salop
             ,
             this
             twelfth
             of
             Iune
             1606.
             
          
           
             
               Your
               assured
               friend
               ,
               T.
               M.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             his
             very
             good
             friend
             ,
             Master
             S.
             B.
             at
             his
             house
             in
             Ferill
             .
          
           
             SYr
             ,
             where
             you
             wrote
             vnto
             me
             ,
             touching
             the
             Sale
             of
             your
             Lorshippe
             of
             Bar
             ,
             I
             cannot
             answer
             you
             for
             two
             causes
             :
             the
             one
             ,
             of
             price
             is
             too
             high
             :
             the
             other
             ,
             your
             hast
             of
             monie
             is
             too
             great
             :
             for
             touching
             your
             price
             ,
             the
             land
             you
             know
             is
             much
             impaired
             since
             the
             death
             of
             your
             father
             ,
             the
             woods
             are
             low
             and
             verie
             backward
             ,
             by
             cutting
             it
             afore
             their
             ful
             growth
             ,
             and
             your
             
             trees
             are
             so
             wasted
             ,
             that
             thee
             is
             scarce
             a
             piece
             of
             timber
             worth
             the
             felling
             :
             your
             Moor
             is
             shrewdly
             spoyled
             for
             lack
             of
             draining
             and
             your
             pastures
             are
             so
             ouergrowne
             with
             bushes
             ,
             that
             it
             wil
             aske
             greate
             cost
             in
             stubbing
             ,
             before
             it
             be
             brought
             to
             any
             good
             passe
             :
             yet
             not
             withstanding
             ,
             for
             that
             we
             haue
             been
             vpon
             speech
             for
             it
             ,
             and
             that
             you
             seeme
             willing
             to
             deale
             with
             me
             ,
             if
             you
             wil
             pitch
             a
             reasonable
             price
             ,
             your
             mony
             shall
             not
             bee
             long
             deferred
             :
             I
             pray
             you
             therefore
             ,
             ●f
             I
             may
             haue
             it
             as
             I
             told
             you
             ,
             if
             it
             be
             a
             hundreth
             pounds
             more
             ,
             I
             care
             not
             ,
             but
             further
             indeed
             ,
             I
             will
             not
             goe
             a
             penny
             :
             let
             me
             know
             your
             mind
             by
             this
             bearer
             ,
             out
             of
             hand
             ,
             for
             I
             am
             offered
             ,
             (
             I
             thinke
             )
             a
             better
             bargaine
             :
             but
             for
             my
             Records
             sake
             ,
             and
             the
             rather
             to
             be
             your
             neighbour
             ,
             that
             we
             may
             now
             and
             then
             haue
             a
             game
             or
             two
             at
             Bowles
             ,
             hoping
             of
             your
             good
             health
             &
             your
             bedfellowes
             ,
             I
             commit
             you
             to
             the
             Almightie
             :
             From
             my
             house
             ,
             this
             13.
             of
             Iune
             .
             1604.
             
          
           
             
               Your
               very
               louing
               friend
               ,
               E.
               F.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             A
             letter
             to
             a
             proud
             Mistris
             .
          
           
             HOwe
             beautie
             will
             make
             a
             foole
             proude
             ,
             I
             would
             your
             plaster
             worke
             did
             not
             witnesse
             :
             but
             had
             you
             witte
             to
             helpe
             wickednesse
             ,
             you
             would
             put
             a
             Parrat
             out
             of
             countenance
             :
             your
             countenance
             is
             made
             after
             your
             conceite
             ,
             as
             ful
             of
             merrye
             tricks
             as
             a
             Monkey
             ,
             and
             for
             your
             foote
             pace
             ,
             I
             thinke
             you
             haue
             sore
             heeles
             ,
             you
             walke
             so
             nicely
             as
             vpon
             Eg-shels
             :
             your
             haire
             is
             none
             of
             your
             owne
             ,
             and
             for
             your
             steeple
             tyre
             it
             is
             like
             the
             gaude
             of
             a
             Maide-Marian
             ,
             so
             that
             had
             you
             a
             foole
             by
             the
             hand
             ,
             you
             might
             walk
             where
             you
             would
             in
             a
             Morice
             daunce
             :
             Oh
             fine
             come
             to
             it
             ,
             howe
             it
             fiddles
             like
             a
             Hackney
             that
             would
             tire
             at
             halfe
             a
             mile
             :
             Wel
             your
             Tabacco
             breath
             ,
             with
             your
             tooth
             lesse
             chappes
             ,
             will
             be
             shor●ly
             such
             bad
             ware
             ,
             that
             you
             will
             stand
             in
             the
             Market
             ,
             and
             no
             man
             bid
             a
             pennie
             for
             you
             :
             but
             what
             doe
             I
             meane
             to
             spoile
             paper
             with
             such
             matter
             ?
             and
             therefore
             I
             wil
             heare
             abruptlie
             end
             :
             wash
             your
             face
             ,
             scoure
             your
             hands
             ,
             put
             on
             a
             cleane
             smock
             ,
             get
             you
             to
             your
             prayers
             ,
             repent
             youre
             wickednesse
             ,
             and
             mourne
             to
             death
             for
             your
             soules
             sake
             ,
             for
             your
             
             carkasse
             is
             not
             worth
             the
             carrying
             to
             the
             earth
             :
             and
             so
             hoping
             that
             in
             a
             good
             humour
             you
             wil
             doe
             somewhat
             better
             then
             hang
             your selfe
             :
             I
             leaue
             you
             to
             his
             mishappe
             ,
             that
             finds
             you
             for
             the
             most
             filthy
             creature
             on
             this
             earth
             ;
             till
             you
             be
             neuer
             more
             seene
             in
             the
             world
             .
          
           
             
               Your
               poore
               friend
               at
               a
               pinch
               .
               B.T.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             A
             vile
             answere
             of
             a
             perilous
             wench
             .
          
           
             BEtwixt
             a
             railing
             Knaue
             and
             a
             Rascall
             ,
             what
             is
             the
             difference
             ?
             and
             from
             a
             nitty
             Rogue
             ,
             what
             can
             be
             lookt
             for
             but
             a
             Lowse
             ?
             Oh
             diuell
             incarnate
             :
             who
             euer
             knew
             such
             a
             villain
             ?
             Your
             haire
             I
             will
             not
             meddle
             with
             ,
             for
             feare
             of
             a
             fall
             ,
             but
             I
             wonder
             the
             Iewellers
             doe
             not
             deale
             with
             you
             for
             a
             face
             ,
             where
             a
             pinne
             can
             scarce
             stand
             betwixt
             a
             pearle
             and
             a
             Rubie
             :
             Oh
             ,
             the
             french
             Rewme
             bids
             you
             keepe
             out
             of
             the
             winde
             ,
             for
             fear
             your
             suel
             stakes
             scarce
             hold
             vp
             a
             rotten
             carkasse
             :
             nowe
             in
             steed
             of
             a
             morice
             dance
             ,
             you
             know
             the
             hey
             vp
             Holborn
             ;
             where
             the
             Hang-man
             at
             the
             Gallowes
             stayes
             to
             learne
             you
             a
             newe
             turne
             :
             but
             thou
             wretched
             worme
             ,
             vnworthy
             the
             name
             of
             a
             man
             ,
             get
             thee
             to
             thy
             knees
             ,
             aske
             forgiuenes
             of
             all
             the
             worlde
             ,
             make
             thy
             confession
             in
             the
             Cart
             ,
             and
             commend
             thy
             soule
             to
             the
             Lord
             ,
             for
             thy
             flesh
             the
             dogs
             will
             not
             meddle
             with
             :
             and
             so
             in
             hast
             hoping
             my
             letter
             may
             come
             to
             thee
             afore
             the
             last
             cast
             ;
             I
             end
             in
             hast
             .
          
           
             
               Thy
               charitable
               friend
               ,
               B.
               C.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             A
             letter
             of
             Challenge
             to
             a
             Swaggerer
             .
          
           
             SYrra
             ,
             your
             swaggering
             is
             so
             foolish
             ,
             that
             children
             laugh
             at
             you
             where
             you
             goe
             :
             and
             for
             youre
             valour
             ,
             if
             your
             father
             bee
             awaie
             your
             sworne
             will
             doe
             no
             hurt
             :
             your
             tossing
             of
             pots
             feare
             none
             but
             flyes
             ,
             and
             for
             youe
             braue
             wordes
             ,
             they
             are
             nothing
             but
             winde
             ▪
             but
             least
             I
             doe
             you
             some
             pleasure
             ,
             in
             telling
             you
             of
             your
             faults
             ,
             let
             this
             suffice
             to
             make
             an
             end
             of
             al
             matters
             :
             Tomorrow
             in
             the
             morning
             you
             shall
             haue
             mee
             by
             eight
             of
             the
             
             clock
             ▪
             in
             the
             field
             ,
             beyond
             your
             lodging
             ,
             neere
             vnto
             the
             pool●
             ▪
             where
             if
             you
             dare
             come
             alone
             ,
             you
             shall
             find
             me
             without
             companie
             ,
             ready
             to
             doe
             more
             the
             I
             will
             speake
             :
             till
             when
             ,
             expecting
             no
             other
             answere
             then
             your selfe
             ,
             I
             rest
             ,
          
           
             
               Your
               auowed
               enemy
               ,
               I.
               T.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             A
             dogged
             Answere
             .
          
           
             DOE
             you
             imagine
             mee
             a
             Philistian
             ,
             that
             you
             beginne
             to
             plaie
             Goliah
             in
             a
             Letter
             ?
             I
             assure
             you
             ,
             if
             your
             deedes
             be
             like
             your
             wordes
             ,
             my
             father
             will
             not
             abide
             the
             winde
             of
             you
             :
             but
             for
             my
             sword
             it
             hath
             a
             point
             ,
             and
             therefore
             cares
             not
             a
             pointe
             for
             you
             ▪
             if
             you
             be
             not
             drunke
             ,
             I
             muse
             what
             madnes
             doth
             possesse
             you
             ?
             but
             the
             best
             is
             ,
             I
             hope
             ,
             nowe
             you
             haue
             spoken
             ,
             you
             haue
             done
             :
             for
             I
             will
             be
             there
             where
             you
             appoint
             ,
             but
             I
             thinke
             will
             not
             performe
             :
             but
             as
             you
             tell
             me
             of
             my
             faults
             ,
             I
             hope
             to
             whip
             you
             for
             yours
             :
             and
             so
             sorrie
             to
             haue
             lost
             so
             much
             time
             about
             idlenesse
             ,
             I
             end
             ,
          
           
             
               Yours
               as
               I
               haue
               reason
               ,
               F.
               R.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             my
             very
             good
             cosen
             M
             I.D.
             at
             his
             house
             in
             Swandes
             .
          
           
             COsen
             ,
             I
             vnderstand
             you
             are
             determined
             to
             put
             your
             younger
             sonne
             apprentise
             to
             a
             Merchant
             :
             beleeue
             mee
             ,
             I
             allow
             of
             your
             resolution
             heerein
             ,
             for
             I
             that
             haue
             trauailed
             farre
             .
             and
             seene
             much
             ,
             can
             speak
             somewhat
             of
             them
             ,
             and
             theire
             noble
             profession
             .
             I
             could
             well
             giue
             it
             a
             higher
             title
             ,
             for
             a
             righte
             Merchant
             is
             a
             roiall
             fellow
             ,
             hee
             is
             desirous
             to
             see
             much
             ,
             to
             trauail
             much
             ,
             and
             sometime
             to
             gaine
             a
             little
             ,
             doth
             aduenture
             much
             :
             
             though
             sometime
             for
             a
             little
             aduēture
             he
             doth
             gain
             much
             ▪
             but
             what
             are
             the
             sundrie
             natures
             of
             perils
             ,
             as
             well
             at
             Sea
             ,
             as
             at
             land
             ,
             as
             well
             of
             his
             goods
             ,
             as
             his
             person
             ,
             none
             knoweth
             but
             himselfe
             ,
             or
             like
             himselfe
             :
             but
             hauing
             trauailed
             farre
             ,
             and
             finished
             his
             voyage
             ,
             after
             his
             safe
             returne
             ,
             hauing
             giuen
             God
             thankes
             ,
             note
             what
             is
             the
             course
             of
             his
             life
             :
             to
             obserue
             a
             comely
             order
             in
             the
             citty
             ▪
             and
             enrich
             many
             poore
             men
             by
             the
             retailing
             of
             his
             goods
             ,
             who
             sit
             at
             ease
             ,
             and
             sell
             in
             their
             sh●ps
             ,
             that
             he
             with
             great
             ●oil
             ,
             &
             danger
             fetched
             out
             of
             farre
             Countries
             .
             Now
             ,
             say
             his
             gain
             be
             great
             ,
             let
             it
             be
             answered
             ,
             〈◊〉
             y
             e
             desert
             of
             his
             trauaile
             ,
             shall
             a
             faire
             or
             a
             fine
             horse
             ,
             brought
             out
             of
             Barbarie
             ,
             bee
             heere
             finely
             kept
             ,
             well
             fed
             ,
             and
             neatly
             dressed
             ,
             and
             richly
             attyred
             :
             and
             shall
             not
             a
             Merchant
             ,
             that
             hath
             trauailed
             many
             Miles
             beyond
             Barbarie
             ,
             not
             bee
             thoughte
             worthy
             of
             a
             fine
             house
             ,
             good
             land
             ,
             dainty
             faire
             ,
             and
             an
             honorable
             title
             ,
             for
             the
             resolution
             of
             his
             aduenture
             ,
             and
             the
             toyle
             of
             his
             trauaile
             ?
             shall
             a
             Lute
             or
             a
             Citerne
             ,
             brought
             out
             of
             Italy
             ,
             bee
             put
             in
             a
             case
             of
             veluet
             ,
             and
             laced
             with
             g●ld
             for
             well
             sounding
             ?
             and
             shall
             not
             a
             Merchant
             that
             fetcht
             that
             Lute
             ,
             and
             went
             farre
             further
             then
             that
             coūtrie
             for
             better
             commodities
             ,
             not
             be
             thought
             worthy
             of
             his
             gaine
             ,
             and
             honoured
             for
             his
             minde
             ?
             shall
             the
             Lawyer
             f●ll
             breath
             at
             an
             high
             rate
             ?
             and
             shall
             the
             merchant
             be
             grudged
             his
             price
             for
             his
             wares
             ?
             what
             shall
             I
             say
             ?
             who
             vp-holdes
             the
             state
             of
             a
             Citty
             ?
             or
             the
             honour
             of
             a
             state
             vnder
             the
             King
             ,
             but
             the
             Merchant
             :
             who
             beautifieth
             a
             Court
             with
             Iewels
             ,
             and
             outward
             ornaments
             ,
             but
             the
             trauaile
             of
             the
             merchant
             ?
             who
             be
             autifies
             the
             Gardens
             with
             sundry
             sorts
             of
             fruites
             and
             flowers
             ,
             but
             the
             trauailing
             merchant
             ?
             he
             may
             well
             bee
             called
             the
             merchant
             ,
             the
             Sea-singer
             ,
             or
             the
             maker
             of
             the
             Sea
             to
             sing
             :
             the
             Sea-singer
             ,
             when
             hee
             hath
             faire
             winde
             and
             good
             weather
             ,
             and
             maketh
             the
             Sea
             to
             sing
             ,
             when
             shee
             sees
             the
             goodlie
             houses
             that
             floate
             vpon
             her
             waues
             ,
             and
             cast
             anchor
             in
             her
             Sands
             .
             But
             let
             me
             leaue
             the
             Sea
             ,
             and
             come
             to
             the
             land
             ,
             consider
             of
             the
             sweet
             and
             ciuill
             man●er
             of
             their
             liues
             ,
             whose
             houses
             more
             neat
             ?
             whose
             wiues
             more
             modest
             ?
             whose
             apparrell
             more
             comely
             ?
             whose
             diet
             more
             daintie
             ?
             &
             whose
             cariage
             more
             commendable
             ?
             
             valiant
             without
             quarrels
             ,
             merry
             without
             madnesse
             ,
             bountifull
             in
             their
             gifts
             ,
             and
             coy
             in
             all
             their
             banquets
             ?
             whose
             children
             are
             better
             nurtured
             ?
             whose
             seruants
             better
             gouerned
             ?
             whose
             house
             better
             stuffed
             and
             maintained
             ?
             Furthermore
             ,
             what
             comforte
             haue
             the
             distressed
             found
             beyond
             the
             Seas
             ?
             and
             howe
             many
             poore
             doe
             they
             relieue
             at
             home
             ?
             what
             Colledges
             ?
             what
             Hospitals
             ?
             what
             almes
             houses
             haue
             they
             builded
             ?
             and
             in
             effect
             what
             Citties
             haue
             they
             enlarged
             ,
             and
             what
             Countries
             haue
             they
             enritched
             ?
             how
             fewe
             Lawyers
             can
             say
             so
             ?
             if
             that
             be
             al
             true
             ,
             which
             much
             more
             might
             be
             said
             in
             their
             honor
             :
             giue
             them
             their
             right
             ,
             say
             the
             Merchant
             is
             a
             royall
             fellow
             ,
             and
             goe
             forwardes
             with
             your
             intent
             ,
             if
             you
             will
             euer
             haue
             your
             sonne
             see
             any
             thing
             ,
             know
             any
             thing
             ,
             doe
             any
             thing
             ,
             or
             bee
             worth
             any
             thing
             ,
             put
             him
             to
             a
             Merchant
             ,
             and
             giue
             with
             him
             such
             a
             portion
             as
             out
             of
             his
             yeeres
             may
             set
             vp
             his
             trade
             or
             trafficke
             :
             doubte
             not
             hee
             will
             doe
             well
             ,
             and
             think
             not
             he
             can
             almost
             do
             better
             :
             so
             beseeching
             God
             to
             bles
             him
             in
             al
             his
             courses
             ,
             without
             which
             wil
             be
             worse
             then
             nothing
             ,
             I
             pray
             you
             doe
             as
             I
             wish
             you
             ,
             charge
             him
             to
             serue
             God
             ,
             and
             so
             turne
             him
             to
             the
             world
             :
             and
             thus
             hauing
             truely
             written
             you
             my
             opinion
             touching
             your
             purpose
             ,
             wishing
             health
             and
             honour
             ,
             and
             all
             happinesse
             ,
             to
             all
             worthy
             true
             Merchants
             ,
             in
             hope
             of
             your
             health
             I
             commit
             you
             to
             the
             Almighty
             .
             London
             ,
             this
             twentieth
             of
             August
             ,
             1604.
             
          
           
             
               Your
               very
               louing
               cosen
               ▪
               N.
               B.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             A
             Letter
             of
             Loue
             to
             a
             most
             sweet
             and
             wise
             creature
             .
          
           
             SWeet
             ,
             were
             that
             spirit
             that
             by
             the
             instinct
             of
             loue
             doth
             vnderstand
             the
             silence
             of
             truth
             :
             whose
             tongue
             is
             his
             hearte
             ,
             and
             whose
             wor●es
             are
             sighes
             ,
             in
             which
             are
             hidden
             those
             secret
             fruites
             of
             comfort
             ,
             that
             onely
             growe
             in
             the
             grounde
             of
             your
             grace
             :
             Uouchsafe
             therefore
             fair
             sweete
             ,
             with
             the
             sunne-bright
             eyes
             of
             youre
             beauty
             ,
             to
             cast
             one
             looke
             vpon
             the
             rude
             Lynes
             of
             this
             poore
             Letter
             :
             which
             if
             it
             haue
             beene
             so
             vnhappye
             
             as
             to
             moue
             your
             displeasure
             ,
             let
             the
             fire
             bee
             the
             reward
             of
             his
             presumption
             :
             but
             if
             through
             the
             fauor
             of
             the
             faults
             or
             the
             vertue
             of
             your
             gratious
             pittie
             it
             hath
             beene
             worthy
             the
             reading
             ,
             let
             mee
             be
             metamorphosed
             to
             worse
             then
             nothing
             ,
             if
             I
             desire
             to
             be
             any
             other
             thing
             then
             that
             may
             pleese
             you
             in
             all
             ceremonies
             and
             circumstances
             ,
             or
             in
             affection
             :
             and
             therefore
             ,
             leauing
             ,
             my
             seruice
             to
             your
             commaund
             ,
             and
             my
             loue
             to
             the
             life
             of
             your
             fauour
             ,
             wishing
             to
             die
             like
             the
             Phenix
             ,
             to
             receiue
             in
             the
             beames
             of
             your
             beautie
             ,
             I
             rest
             full
             of
             vnrest
             ,
             til
             I
             may
             fullie
             rest
             ,
          
           
             
               Yours
               as
               you
               may
               of
               you
               will
               ;
               R.
               E.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             The
             Ladies
             answere
             .
          
           
             WIse
             were
             that
             hearte
             which
             could
             pierce
             into
             the
             conceit
             of
             that
             spirite
             ,
             which
             with
             the
             art
             of
             loue
             ,
             seeketh
             to
             inchaunt
             the
             trust
             of
             simplicity
             :
             which
             ,
             for
             not
             suspecting
             of
             euill-falls
             vpon
             the
             point
             of
             much
             miserie
             :
             Oh
             poor
             truth
             ,
             how
             art
             thou
             made
             a
             vaile
             or
             couer
             for
             decet
             ?
             when
             vnder
             the
             shadow
             of
             paradise
             ,
             is
             sought
             the
             waie
             to
             hell
             .
             Oh
             cursed
             trees
             that
             carry
             such
             fruite
             :
             but
             not
             to
             wrong
             any
             creature
             :
             Happy
             may
             that
             hearte
             liue
             ,
             which
             in
             faith
             onely
             seekes
             his
             felicitie
             :
             and
             pardoned
             be
             that
             paper
             that
             doth
             but
             his
             dutye
             .
             Let
             then
             all
             sighs
             be
             drowned
             in
             the
             deepth
             of
             obliuion
             ,
             while
             Silence
             vnderstandeth
             that
             Vertue
             speaketh
             .
             Nowe
             for
             the
             nest
             of
             the
             Phenix
             ,
             if
             you
             can
             clime
             so
             high
             &
             carrie
             awaie
             neuer
             a
             feather
             with
             you
             ,
             then
             it
             is
             but
             a
             fiction
             ,
             or
             vertue
             vnhappie
             ,
             but
             to
             waite
             the
             issue
             of
             honors
             hope
             ,
             to
             the
             blisse
             of
             vertues
             fauour
             ,
             I
             rest
             ,
             when
             I
             further
             vnderstand
             you
             ,
             as
             I
             thinke
             good
             to
             answere
             you
             :
             and
             till
             then
             ,
             and
             alwaies
             rest
             ,
          
           
             
               Yours
               as
               falls
               ,
               as
               I
               well
               may
               ;
               A.B.
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             A
             replie
             to
             the
             aunswere
             .
          
           
             VNworthie
             were
             that
             minde
             of
             the
             thought
             of
             loue
             ,
             which
             could
             giue
             place
             to
             the
             treason
             of
             betraying
             of
             trust
             :
             and
             more
             then
             miserable
             were
             that
             life
             ,
             that
             towards
             hell
             could
             make
             such
             a
             passage
             .
             Oh
             Angel-like
             creature
             ,
             thinke
             not
             the
             world
             the
             habitation
             onely
             of
             the
             accursed
             :
             nor
             do
             wrong
             to
             loue
             ,
             in
             suspition
             of
             truth
             :
             You
             saie
             ,
             happie
             be
             that
             life
             that
             seeks
             happinesse
             in
             faithfulnesse
             :
             but
             what
             doe
             you
             say
             to
             loue
             ?
             A
             simple
             conceit
             cannot
             descend
             into
             suspition
             ,
             and
             the
             thought
             of
             deceite
             is
             hatefull
             to
             loue
             :
             Bee
             not
             then
             incredulous
             where
             loue
             is
             vertuous
             ,
             and
             for
             the
             fiction
             of
             the
             Phenix
             ,
             make
             the
             substance
             true
             in
             your selfe
             ,
             whose
             least
             thougte
             of
             fauour
             ,
             shall
             be
             worth
             all
             the
             feathers
             of
             the
             fairest
             bird
             that
             flieth
             .
             So
             reposing
             hopes
             comfort
             on
             the
             honoure
             of
             your
             kindnes
             ,
             bese●ching
             you
             to
             vnderstand
             nothing
             of
             mee
             more
             then
             all
             yours
             ,
             I
             reste
             in
             that
             onely
             rest
             ,
             euer
             to
             rest
             .
          
           
             
               Yours
               onely
               and
               all
               ,
               E.
               A.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             Answere
             to
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             VNhappie
             be
             that
             soule
             ,
             which
             in
             suspicion
             of
             truth
             ,
             should
             wrong
             the
             vertue
             of
             loue
             ;
             and
             blessed
             bee
             that
             heart
             ,
             which
             in
             hate
             of
             treason
             ,
             makes
             faith
             his
             felicitie
             .
             Silence
             is
             a
             language
             that
             conceit
             is
             onely
             acquainted
             with
             ,
             and
             gentle
             is
             that
             warre
             ,
             which
             giues
             no
             deadly
             wound
             :
             feare
             not
             then
             the
             paine
             that
             a
             breath
             will
             blow
             awaie
             ,
             when
             the
             hope
             of
             comfort
             wil
             cure
             the
             disease
             :
             but
             what
             need
             more
             figures
             ?
             flie
             the
             waie
             to
             hell
             ,
             and
             finde
             the
             way
             to
             heauen
             ,
             Let
             thy
             heart
             goe
             with
             thy
             tong
             and
             the
             Eccho
             wil
             giue
             a
             happy
             sound
             .
             Till
             when
             ,
             not
             doubting
             the
             diuine
             nature
             of
             loue
             to
             be
             free
             from
             the
             diuelish
             poison
             of
             deceit
             :
             I
             rest
             as
             I
             find
             reason
             .
          
           
             
               
                 Yours
                 in
                 a●fection
                 ,
                 though
                 not
                 assuring
                 ,
                 M.
                 I
                 ,
              
            
          
        
         
           
           
             To
             his
             deerest
             ,
             fairest
             ,
             and
             worthiest
             of
             loue
             ,
             honour
             ,
             and
             seruice
             ,
             Mistris
             E.
             T.
             
          
           
             IF
             I
             should
             commend
             you
             aboue
             the
             Moone
             ,
             and
             compare
             you
             with
             the
             Sunne
             ,
             you
             would
             put
             me
             in
             the
             cloudes
             for
             a
             flatterer
             :
             but
             knowing
             your
             owne
             worth
             ,
             and
             finding
             the
             substance
             of
             my
             truth
             ,
             you
             cannot
             blame
             ,
             in
             admiration
             ,
             to
             speake
             truth
             of
             your
             perfection
             ,
             which
             of
             what
             power
             it
             is
             in
             drawing
             the
             seruice
             of
             reason
             ,
             if
             you
             would
             beleeue
             ,
             loue
             would
             quicklie
             tell
             you
             :
             but
             the
             course
             of
             inconstancie
             in
             the
             vnwise
             :
             breedeth
             distrust
             of
             truth
             in
             the
             most
             faithfull
             :
             but
             all
             birds
             are
             not
             of
             one
             feather
             ,
             nor
             all
             men
             of
             one
             mind
             .
             In
             briefe
             not
             to
             make
             a
             long
             haruest
             of
             a
             little
             torne
             ,
             which
             being
             ripe
             ,
             woulde
             be
             gathered
             in
             good
             time
             :
             let
             truth
             be
             my
             spokes-man
             ,
             and
             beleefe
             my
             comfort
             :
             the
             hope
             whereof
             ,
             as
             my
             onely
             worldes
             happines
             ,
             referring
             onely
             to
             the
             care
             of
             your
             kindnes
             ,
             in
             the
             faith
             of
             true
             affection
             ,
             I
             rest
             .
          
           
             
               Yours
               auowed
               and
               assured
               .
               R.
               N.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             A
             letter
             to
             a
             friend
             to
             borrow
             a
             piece
             of
             mony
             .
          
           
             SIr
             ,
             as
             nothing
             more
             trieth
             a
             friend
             then
             calamitie
             ,
             so
             is
             there
             nothing
             more
             grieuous
             then
             to
             bee
             beholding
             :
             In
             kindnes
             therefore
             ,
             if
             I
             maye
             become
             your
             debtor
             for
             fiue
             pounds
             ,
             it
             is
             not
             much
             yet
             will
             it
             pleasure
             me
             more
             then
             a
             little
             :
             your
             appointed
             day
             I
             will
             not
             breake
             with
             you
             ,
             and
             wherein
             I
             may
             thankfully
             require
             you
             ,
             you
             shall
             find
             no
             forgetfulnes
             of
             your
             kindnes
             :
             but
             time
             is
             precious
             ,
             and
             therefore
             entreating
             your
             speedie
             answere
             ,
             in
             hope
             of
             no
             deniall
             ,
             I
             rest
             .
          
           
             
               Your
               assured
               friend
               to
               command
               .
               T.
               W.
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             Aunswere
             ,
          
           
             I
             Would
             be
             as
             glad
             to
             pleasure
             you
             as
             any
             man
             ,
             but
             truth
             cannot
             be
             blamed
             :
             for
             more
             then
             for
             my
             necessary
             vse
             ,
             that
             I
             cannot
             spate
             ,
             I
             am
             not
             presently
             furnished
             :
             I
             praye
             you
             therefore
             take
             not
             a
             deniall
             vnkindly
             :
             for
             i●
             my
             credit
             will
             pleasure
             you
             ,
             I
             will
             not
             faile
             my
             best
             to
             doe
             you
             good
             :
             if
             otherwise
             you
             would
             vrge
             mee
             ,
             it
             will
             ●●e
             to
             little
             purpose
             :
             and
             therefore
             sory
             that
             I
             am
             not
             in
             tune
             to
             satisfie
             your
             expectation
             ,
             I
             must
             leaue
             patience
             to
             your
             kind
             discretion
             ,
             which
             as
             you
             know
             me
             ,
             shall
             commaund
             me
             :
             for
             I
             am
             ,
             and
             will
             bee
             to
             the
             vttermost
             of
             my
             power
             .
          
           
             
               You
               re
               assured
               friend
               .
               D.
               S.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             my
             best
             beloued
             Cosen
             mistrisse
             H.C.
             at
             her
             house
             in
             pe
             .
             Chest.
             
          
           
             MY
             good
             Cousen
             ,
             I
             remember
             at
             my
             last
             being
             with
             you
             ,
             wee
             had
             some
             conference
             aboute
             consideration
             :
             beleeue
             me
             ,
             when
             I
             consider
             the
             worlde
             ,
             and
             what
             I
             haue
             seene
             in
             it
             ,
             and
             the
             best
             things
             of
             it
             ,
             and
             that
             all
             if
             it
             effect
             ,
             is
             as
             nothing
             or
             rather
             worse
             ,
             if
             any
             thinge
             at
             all
             ,
             I
             wonder
             howe
             men
             ,
             who
             haue
             so
             much
             iudgement
             of
             good
             frō
             euill
             :
             will
             shewe
             so
             little
             vnderstanding
             of
             good
             ,
             in
             following
             of
             euil
             :
             how
             can
             those
             mē
             that
             know
             the
             in
             certaine
             time
             of
             death
             ,
             liue
             as
             though
             they
             thought
             neuer
             to
             die
             ?
             h●we
             can
             hee
             that
             readeth
             ,
             or
             heareth
             the
             word
             of
             god
             and
             beleeueth
             the
             truth
             of
             it
             ,
             bee
             so
             carelesse
             of
             it
             ,
             and
             so
             disobedient
             to
             it
             ?
             will
             men
             bee
             sicke
             ,
             that
             may
             bee
             whole
             ●or
             dye
             ,
             that
             may
             liue
             ?
             what
             shall
             I
             say
             ?
             but
             as
             Paule
             
             saide
             to
             the
             Corinthians
             :
             O
             yee
             foolish
             people
             :
             who
             hath
             bewitched
             yee
             ?
             it
             is
             the
             worde
             of
             God
             ,
             
               that
               transgression
               is
               as
               the
               sinne
               of
               witch-crafte
            
             :
             and
             surely
             ,
             if
             men
             were
             not
             bewitched
             with
             sinne
             ,
             they
             could
             not
             so
             delight
             in
             wickednesse
             :
             being
             the
             crosse
             and
             barre
             to
             all
             their
             happines
             :
             coulde
             the
             theefe
             consider
             the
             doome
             of
             the
             lawe
             ,
             or
             the
             miserie
             of
             the
             dispoyled
             ,
             surely
             hee
             would
             not
             steale
             :
             if
             the
             adulterer
             did
             consider
             the
             filthines
             of
             his
             action
             ,
             and
             the
             shame
             of
             his
             folly
             ,
             surelye
             hee
             would
             turne
             honest
             :
             if
             the
             murtherer
             did
             consider
             the
             horror
             of
             death
             ,
             and
             the
             terror
             of
             sinne
             ,
             hee
             woulde
             neuer
             kill
             :
             In
             briefe
             ,
             if
             any
             sinner
             woulde
             looke
             into
             the
             foule
             nature
             of
             sinne
             ,
             hee
             woulde
             bee
             out
             of
             loue
             with
             it
             ,
             and
             if
             ●ee
             did
             consider
             the
             power
             of
             Gods
             wrath
             ,
             hee
             woulde
             bee
             afraide
             of
             it
             :
             Nay
             ,
             could
             or
             would
             man
             consider
             the
             goodnes
             of
             God
             towards
             him
             ,
             in
             commaunding
             and
             forbidding
             nothing
             but
             that
             which
             is
             good
             for
             him
             ,
             howe
             could
             hee
             bee
             so
             forgetfull
             of
             his
             owne
             good
             ,
             in
             offending
             the
             Author
             of
             all
             goodnesse
             :
             If
             the
             vnthrif●
             coulde
             consider
             the
             misery
             of
             wan●
             ,
             sure
             he
             would
             not
             be
             carelesse
             of
             his
             esta●e
             :
             if
             the
             couetous
             coulde
             consider
             the
             misery
             of
             the
             poor
             ,
             he
             would
             be
             more
             charitable
             :
             if
             the
             Swaggerer
             could
             consider
             the
             comelines
             of
             sobriety
             ,
             and
             the
             shame
             of
             immodesty
             ,
             surely
             hee
             would
             be
             more
             ciuill
             .
             If
             the
             magistrate
             did
             consider
             the
             misery
             of
             the
             poore
             ,
             he
             woulde
             not
             be
             so
             careles
             of
             their
             torment
             ,
             put
             them
             to
             such
             sorrow
             ,
             but
             remember
             that
             iustice
             without
             mercie
             ,
             is
             to
             neere
             a
             tuch
             of
             Tira●ny
             .
             If
             the
             offendant
             did
             consider
             the
             griefe
             and
             shame
             of
             punishment
             ,
             he
             ▪
             would
             containe
             himselfe
             within
             the
             compasse
             of
             a
             better
             course
             .
             If
             ●ee
             that
             preacheth
             the
             worde
             ,
             and
             followeth
             it
             not
             ,
             could
             consider
             the
             heauinesse
             of
             Gods
             iudgemente
             ,
             and
             the
             shame
             of
             his
             folly
             ,
             hee
             woulde
             doubtlesse
             bee
             more
             carefull
             of
             his
             soul
             ,
             and
             more
             kinde
             to
             his
             flock
             :
             If
             the
             lawyer
             could
             consider
             the
             lawe
             of
             god
             ▪
             hee
             would
             neuer
             grieue
             his
             clyent
             ,
             nor
             speake
             against
             a
             knowne
             truth
             :
             but
             as
             I
             saide
             before
             ,
             to
             leaue
             tediousnesse
             ,
             it
             is
             the
             onely
             lack
             of
             consideration
             ,
             that
             maketh
             the
             heedlesse
             will
             of
             man
             to
             runne
             the
             waye
             of
             error
             ,
             to
             the
             ruine
             of
             his
             beste
             comforte
             ,
             
             and
             therefore
             entreat
             you
             ,
             notwithstanding
             my
             allowance
             of
             your
             iudgement
             touching
             the
             heauenly
             prouidence
             ,
             and
             power
             in
             the
             motion
             of
             al
             good
             actions
             :
             yet
             so
             to
             allow
             of
             my
             opinion
             ,
             touching
             consideration
             ,
             that
             it
             is
             a
             great
             ,
             and
             one
             of
             the
             greatest
             causes
             of
             the
             confusion
             of
             reason
             ,
             by
             the
             corruption
             of
             nature
             :
             and
             knowing
             that
             the
             care
             of
             your
             consideration
             is
             such
             as
             doth
             and
             may
             wel
             giue
             example
             to
             the
             most
             expert
             ,
             to
             follow
             the
             rules
             of
             your
             directions
             in
             the
             whole
             course
             of
             your
             life
             ,
             wishing
             my selfe
             so
             happie
             ,
             as
             to
             enioy
             the
             company
             of
             so
             good
             a
             friend
             ,
             till
             I
             see
             you
             and
             euer
             :
             I
             rest
             in
             fast
             setled
             affection
             .
          
           
             
               Your
               very
               louing
               friend
               .
               N.
               V.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             my
             sweet
             loue
             mistris
             E.
             P.
             
          
           
             SWeet
             Loue
             ,
             if
             absence
             could
             breed
             forgetfulnesse
             ,
             then
             fortune
             should
             doe
             much
             harme
             to
             affection
             :
             but
             when
             the
             eye
             of
             the
             mind
             looketh
             into
             the
             ioye
             of
             the
             hearte
             ,
             the
             sentence
             may
             well
             be
             spoken
             .
             As
             in
             silence
             you
             may
             heare
             me
             ,
             so
             in
             absence
             you
             may
             see
             me
             :
             for
             loue
             is
             not
             an
             hours
             humour
             ,
             nor
             a
             shadowe
             of
             light
             ,
             but
             it
             is
             a
             light
             of
             the
             spirit
             ,
             and
             a
             continuing
             passion
             :
             thinke
             not
             therfore
             ,
             I
             do
             or
             can
             forget
             thee
             ,
             or
             loue
             my
             sefe
             ,
             but
             for
             thee
             :
             shortly
             I
             hope
             to
             see
             thee
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             meane
             time
             ,
             though
             not
             with
             thee
             ,
             yet
             not
             from
             thee
             ,
             nor
             well
             at
             rest
             with
             my selfe
             ,
             til
             I
             may
             reste
             only
             with
             thee
             ,
             I
             rest
             alwaies
             to
             rest
             .
          
           
             
               
                 Thine
                 onely
                 and
                 all
                 .
                 ●
                 .
                 VV.
                 
              
            
          
        
         
           
             Her
             Aunswere
             .
          
           
             MY
             deare
             ,
             if
             delayes
             were
             not
             a
             death
             to
             loue
             ,
             excuse
             were
             currant
             in
             the
             construction
             of
             kingdomes
             :
             but
             sentences
             are
             better
             spoken
             then
             vnderstood
             ,
             and
             a
             pleasing
             presence
             ,
             is
             better
             then
             an
             excused
             absence
             :
             remembrance
             is
             good
             ,
             
             but
             possession
             better
             ,
             and
             loue
             holdeth
             memorie
             ,
             but
             a
             kind
             of
             melancholie
             .
             Let
             your selfe
             therefore
             be
             your
             messenger
             rather
             of
             your
             loue
             ,
             then
             your
             letters
             ,
             least
             fortune
             in
             a
             mad
             fit
             be
             a
             crosse
             to
             your
             best
             comforte
             ,
             not
             in
             respect
             of
             my
             constancy
             ,
             but
             my
             parents
             vnkindnesse
             ,
             This
             is
             all
             I
             will
             write
             at
             this
             time
             ,
             but
             wishing
             a
             happie
             time
             ,
             to
             the
             beginning
             of
             a
             neuer
             ending
             ,
             I
             rest
             til
             that
             time
             ,
             and
             at
             all
             times
             on
             the
             same
             :
          
           
             
               Yours
               as
               you
               know
               .
               E.
               P.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             old
             mans
             letter
             to
             a
             young
             widdow
             .
          
           
             VVIddow
             ,
             I
             haue
             neither
             a
             smooth
             face
             nor
             a
             filed
             tongue
             ,
             to
             cheate
             your
             eies
             ,
             nor
             abuse
             your
             eares
             withall
             :
             but
             a
             true
             hearte
             ,
             and
             a
             constant
             minde
             ,
             that
             doth
             inwardly
             loue
             you
             ,
             and
             will
             n●uer
             deceiue
             you
             :
             fickle
             heads
             ,
             and
             vnbrideled
             wills
             ,
             know
             not
             wher
             ,
             nor
             how
             to
             bestow
             themselues
             ,
             when
             their
             wits
             goe
             a
             woolgathering
             among
             shrewes
             ,
             that
             haue
             bad
             ●●e●ces
             :
             they
             may
             be
             kind
             ,
             but
             not
             constant
             ,
             and
             loue
             loues
             no
             out-lookers
             :
             besides
             ,
             light
             heads
             haue
             no
             staied
             heeles
             and
             a
             little
             wealth
             soone
             spent
             ,
             who
             knoweth
             the
             woe
             of
             want
             can
             tell
             you
             the
             difference
             betwixt
             an
             old
             mans
             darling
             ,
             and
             a
             young
             mans
             warling
             :
             Why
             ?
             how
             can
             they
             loue
             ,
             that
             scarce
             know
             how
             to
             like
             ?
             I
             know
             you
             haue
             manie
             suters
             of
             worth
             :
             but
             none
             that
             I
             thinke
             worthy
             :
             for
             none
             can
             loue
             you
             so
             much
             ,
             nor
             esteeme
             you
             so
             well
             :
             for
             I
             haue
             knowne
             the
             world
             ,
             and
             care
             not
             for
             it
             ,
             nor
             for
             any
             thing
             but
             you
             .
             If
             therefore
             all
             I
             haue
             may
             please
             you
             ,
             and
             my selfe
             ,
             to
             loue
             and
             honour
             you
             ,
             make
             my
             comfort
             your
             contentment
             ,
             and
             I
             will
             seeke
             no
             other
             paradise
             in
             this
             world
             .
             Thus
             hoping
             that
             reason
             in
             your
             fauour
             ,
             wil
             effect
             the
             hope
             of
             my
             affection
             ,
             leauing
             to
             your selfe
             ,
             to
             be
             youre selfe
             :
             I
             rest
             ,
          
           
             
               Yours
               ,
               or
               not
               his
               owne
               .
               T.P.
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             SIr
             ,
             if
             I
             could
             euer
             see
             yo●
             ,
             but
             in
             a
             Letter
             ,
             I
             should
             delight
             much
             in
             your
             presence
             ,
             but
             contraries
             are
             not
             correspondēt
             :
             a
             gr●y
             b●ad
             and
             a
             greene
             minde
             fit
             not
             ,
             your
             perswasions
             were
             forcible
             ,
             were
             not
             your selfe
             of
             too
             much
             weaknesse
             ▪
             but
             ,
             though
             for
             your
             good
             will.
             I
             thank
             you
             ,
             yet
             for
             nothing
             will
             I
             be
             indebted
             to
             you
             :
             not
             for
             a
             world
             would
             I
             be
             troubled
             with
             you
             :
             for
             ,
             as
             your
             yeeres
             ,
             so
             I
             feare
             our
             fancies
             will
             be
             different
             :
             and
             then
             patience
             mouing
             ,
             choller
             may
             breed
             discontentment
             :
             when
             to
             be
             an
             old
             mans
             d●rling
             is
             a
             kind
             of
             curse
             to
             nature
             :
             you
             say
             wel
             ,
             who
             can
             loue
             ,
             that
             knowes
             not
             howe
             to
             like
             ?
             and
             the
             se●ces
             vncapable
             of
             their
             comfort
             ,
             what
             is
             imagination
             but
             a
             dreame
             ?
             a
             blind
             man
             can
             iudge
             no
             colours
             ,
             a
             deafe
             man
             hath
             no
             skill
             in
             musique
             ,
             a
             dumb
             man
             no
             eloquence
             ,
             and
             an
             old
             man
             little
             feeling
             in
             loues
             passion●
             for
             my
             sutors
             they
             sute
             my
             time
             ,
             and
             serue
             their
             owne
             ,
             and
             for
             their
             worth
             .
             I
             shal
             iudge
             of
             the
             most
             worthy
             :
             nowe
             for
             their
             wittes
             ,
             if
             they
             lose
             not
             their
             own
             fleeces
             ,
             let
             them
             gather
             wool
             where
             they
             can
             ,
             but
             for
             your
             loue
             ,
             I
             will
             not
             venture
             on
             it
             ,
             least
             beeing
             too
             old
             ,
             it
             be
             not
             sweet
             ,
             and
             for
             my
             yoūg
             sutors
             ,
             I
             hope
             I
             shal
             take
             heed
             of
             shadowed
             sourenesse
             :
             and
             for
             fortune
             ,
             while
             vertue
             gouernes
             affection
             ,
             I
             will
             not
             feare
             my
             felicitie
             :
             so
             hoping
             your
             own
             reason
             wil
             perswade
             you
             to
             haue
             patience
             with
             your
             passion
             ,
             and
             leaue
             mee
             to
             my
             better
             comfort
             :
             meaning
             to
             be
             as
             you
             wish
             me
             ,
             my selfe
             :
             &
             none
             other
             :
             I
             rest
             ,
          
           
             
               Not
               yours
               ,
               if
               mine
               owne
               .
               P.
               M.
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             A
             letter
             of
             a
             young
             man
             to
             his
             sweet
             heart
             .
          
           
             MY
             loue
             ,
             if
             I
             could
             haue
             as
             good
             passage
             as
             my
             Letters
             ,
             I
             would
             bee
             a
             better
             messenger
             of
             my
             thoughts
             ,
             then
             my
             words
             can
             expresse
             :
             but
             as
             the
             secret
             of
             my
             hearte
             is
             sealed
             vp
             in
             my
             letter
             ,
             so
             is
             the
             secret
             of
             my
             loue
             sealed
             vp
             in
             my
             heart
             :
             which
             none
             can
             see
             ,
             but
             your
             eies
             ,
             nor
             shal
             knowe
             ,
             but
             your
             kindnesse
             ,
             Let
             me
             not
             then
             languish
             in
             the
             lingring
             hope
             of
             my
             desires
             ,
             but
             hasten
             my
             comforte
             in
             the
             onely
             answere
             of
             your
             content
             :
             you
             know
             the
             houre
             of
             the
             first
             meeeting
             of
             our
             fantasies
             ,
             the
             true
             continuance
             of
             our
             irremoueable
             affections
             ,
             and
             why
             will
             you
             not
             appoint
             the
             conclusion
             of
             our
             comforte
             ?
             Triall
             cannot
             let
             you
             doubte
             my
             loue
             :
             and
             loue
             will
             bee
             sworn
             for
             the
             securitie
             of
             my
             truth
             :
             both
             which
             thus
             far
             plead
             for
             me
             in
             your
             fauour
             :
             giue
             truth
             the
             reward
             of
             triall
             ,
             and
             loue
             the
             regard
             of
             truth
             ,
             and
             desire
             not
             the
             sentence
             of
             iustice
             to
             let
             me
             liue
             or
             die
             in
             your
             iudgemente
             :
             for
             imprisoned
             I
             am
             in
             youre
             beauty
             ,
             bound
             in
             〈◊〉
             ●ands
             of
             your
             seruice
             ,
             and
             liue
             but
             in
             the
             hope
             of
             your
             fauour
             ,
             in
             which
             I
             rest
             euer
             and
             only
             ,
             to
             rest
             happie
             in
             this
             world
             .
          
           
             
               Yours
               ,
               though
               not
               yours
               ,
               R.
               E.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             answere
             to
             this
             letter
             .
          
           
             MY
             sweet
             ,
             I
             rather
             wishe
             your self
             ,
             thē
             your
             letter
             ,
             though
             in
             the
             hast
             of
             your
             desire
             ,
             your
             presence
             had
             bene
             to
             little
             purpose
             :
             for
             deeds
             are
             in
             a
             good
             way
             ,
             that
             are
             subscribed
             and
             sealed
             ;
             but
             till
             the
             deliuery
             be
             made
             ,
             the
             matter
             is
             not
             fully
             finished
             ,
             haue
             therfore
             patience
             for
             a
             time
             ,
             for
             it
             is
             soon
             enough
             ,
             that
             is
             wel
             enough
             :
             and
             yet
             I
             confesse
             in
             kindnes
             ,
             delaie
             is
             little
             comfort
             :
             yet
             stay
             for
             a
             faire
             day
             though
             it
             be
             almost
             at
             noon
             ,
             be
             perswaded
             of
             my
             affection
             ,
             and
             let
             faith
             feare
             no
             fortune
             ,
             for
             loue
             can
             be
             no
             changeling
             ,
             and
             so
             imagine
             of
             my
             
             selfe
             :
             when
             you
             offend
             ,
             I
             will
             punish
             you
             ,
             and
             when
             you
             ●oe
             please
             ,
             I
             wil
             pra●se
             you
             ▪
             so
             assuring
             truth
             beliefe
             ,
             and
             loue
             comfort
             ,
             I
             rest
             so
             soon
             as
             I
             wel
             may
             ,
             to
             giue
             the
             reason
             of
             your
             best
             rest
             :
             and
             till
             then
             and
             ●uer
             wil
             rest
             .
          
           
             
               Yours
               as
               I
               may
               .
               M.
               I.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             A
             merry
             letter
             of
             newes
             to
             a
             friend
             ,
          
           
             RIght
             Troi●●
             ,
             I
             know
             thou
             louest
             no
             complement
             ,
             nor
             carest
             for
             anie
             trickes
             ,
             but
             as
             a
             good
             fellowe
             ,
             and
             a
             friende
             ,
             woulde●t
             hea●e
             how
             the
             world
             goeth
             :
             with
             al
             the
             world
             I
             am
             not
             acquainted
             with
             ,
             and
             therefore
             I
             know
             not
             what
             to
             say
             to
             it
             ,
             but
             for
             the
             little
             part
             of
             it
             ,
             the
             pettie
             place
             ,
             or
             parish
             where
             I
             dwel
             ,
             and
             some
             few
             miles
             aboute
             it
             ,
             I
             will
             tel
             you
             ,
             there
             is
             a
             fall
             of
             Connies
             :
             for
             there
             is
             such
             a
             world
             of
             them
             euery
             day
             in
             the
             market
             ,
             that
             except
             they
             be
             yoūg
             and
             fat
             ,
             there
             is
             little
             mony
             bidden
             for
             them
             :
             ●ackenie
             Iades
             are
             ●●arce
             worth
             theire
             meat
             ;
             and
             euerie
             house
             hath
             such
             a
             dog
             ,
             that
             not
             a
             begger
             ●are
             come
             neere
             a
             door
             :
             and
             not
             a
             mouse
             at
             a
             cheese
             but
             a
             catte
             is
             at
             her
             heeles
             :
             Maide-marion
             of
             late
             was
             got
             with
             child
             in
             her
             sleep
             ,
             and
             the
             Hobby-horse
             was
             halfe
             mad
             ,
             that
             the
             fool
             should
             be
             the
             father
             of
             it
             :
             a
             great
             talke
             there
             is
             of
             setting
             vp
             of
             a
             newe
             ●auerne
             ,
             but
             Tobacco
             is
             the
             thing
             that
             will
             vent
             the
             old
             sack
             :
             there
             is
             spoken
             so
             much
             gibb●ng
             ,
             that
             wee
             haue
             almoste
             forgot
             our
             mother
             tongue
             :
             for
             euery
             boy
             in
             our
             schoole
             hath
             latine
             at
             his
             fing●s
             ends
             ▪
             marrie
             t
             is
             in
             a
             book
             ,
             for
             all
             his
             wit
             is
             in
             his
             copie
             for
             in
             capite
             he
             hath
             little
             :
             our
             free
             school
             is
             n●w
             painted
             with
             wisdome
             ouer
             the
             gate
             :
             for
             within
             ,
             excepte
             some
             vnhappie
             wag
             ,
             there
             is
             no
             more
             wit
             then
             is
             necessarie
             :
             uowe
             for
             other
             newes
             I
             will
             tel
             you
             ,
             wet
             weather
             frights
             vs
             with
             a
             hard
             har●est
             ,
             and
             vsurers
             are
             halfe
             mad
             ,
             for
             lack
             of
             v●terance
             of
             theire
             monie
             :
             Lawe
             was
             neuer
             more
             in
             vse
             ,
             nor
             men
             more
             out
             of
             monie
             :
             &
             for
             woemen
             they
             are
             strange
             creatures
             ,
             for
             some
             of
             them
             
             haue
             three
             faces
             :
             and
             so
             fine
             in
             proud
             paces
             ,
             that
             if
             they
             carry
             it
             as
             they
             doe
             ,
             they
             wil
             put
             manie
             men
             out
             of
             countenance
             :
             for
             other
             ordinarie
             matters
             ,
             they
             are
             as
             you
             lefte
             them
             ,
             a
             pot
             of
             ale
             to
             worth
             a
             pennie
             ,
             a
             Bawd
             will
             haue
             braue
             cloathes
             ,
             the
             man
             in
             the
             moone
             is
             aboue
             the
             cloudes
             ,
             and
             the
             knaue
             of
             Clubbes
             will
             stil
             make
             one
             in
             the
             stocke
             :
             other
             things
             there
             are
             ,
             that
             I
             am
             shortly
             to
             acquaint
             you
             with
             :
             in
             the
             meane
             time
             write
             vnto
             me
             how
             thou
             doest
             ,
             and
             how
             the
             minde
             blows
             on
             your
             side
             ,
             and
             so
             sorrie
             I
             haue
             no
             good
             thing
             to
             send
             thee
             ,
             with
             the
             loue
             of
             my
             heart
             I
             commit
             thee
             to
             the
             almighty
             ,
          
           
             
               Thine
               to
               the
               end
               .
               M.R.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             Answere
             .
          
           
             THou
             mad
             villain
             ,
             what
             hath
             walke
             aboute
             thy
             braines
             ,
             to
             put
             thy
             wits
             in
             such
             atemper
             ?
             a
             tale
             of
             a
             tubbe
             ,
             and
             the
             bottome
             out
             :
             well
             ,
             to
             quite
             your
             kindnes
             ,
             you
             shall
             knowe
             somewhat
             of
             our
             world
             .
             So
             it
             is
             ,
             that
             the
             Foxe
             hath
             made
             a
             hand
             with
             most
             of
             our
             fat
             Geese
             ,
             the
             Woolfe
             meetes
             with
             our
             Lambes
             before
             they
             can
             welgoe
             from
             the
             damme
             ,
             and
             the
             water-rat
             hath
             so
             spoiled
             our
             sish-pools
             ▪
             that
             if
             hee
             had
             not
             beene
             caught
             with
             a
             trap
             ,
             we
             might
             haue
             gone
             to
             y
             e
             Sea
             for
             a
             red
             herring
             :
             Our
             Ba●●●ffes
             Bul
             runnes
             through
             all
             the
             Rie
             in
             our
             parish
             ,
             and
             the
             Tanners
             dogge
             hath
             worried
             a
             wild
             Sow
             .
             The
             Bail●ffe
             of
             our
             hundreth
             takes
             vpon
             him
             like
             a
             Iustice
             ,
             &
             since
             the
             newe
             Alehouse
             was
             set
             vp
             ,
             the
             co●stable
             is
             much
             troubled
             :
             but
             though
             oates
             be
             rank
             ,
             and
             rye
             bee
             ripe
             ,
             wheat
             is
             but
             thinne
             ,
             and
             Barlie
             short
             ,
             good
             fellowship
             goes
             down
             the
             wind
             ,
             and
             yet
             wenches
             are
             righte
             bred
             ,
             our
             Piper
             is
             falne
             sicke
             of
             an
             Ale
             surfet
             ,
             and
             olde
             ●uddle
             got
             a
             blowe
             at
             midnighte
             ,
             that
             makes
             him
             straddle
             all
             day
             :
             Parnell
             
             shall
             haue
             her
             sweet
             heart
             ,
             in
             spight
             of
             
               Tom.
               Tinker
            
             ,
             and
             there
             is
             w●ndring
             in
             the
             towne
             ,
             that
             thou
             art
             not
             in
             the
             gaole
             before
             the
             Sessions
             :
             but
             be
             thou
             of●
             good
             chear
             ,
             there
             is
             time
             enough
             for
             a
             good
             turne
             ,
             and
             come
             when
             thou
             wilt
             ,
             thou
             shalte
             make
             thine
             owne
             welcome
             .
             Oh
             mad
             staue
             ,
             let
             me
             be
             merry
             w
             t
             thee
             a
             little
             ,
             for
             thou
             knowest
             I
             loue
             thee
             :
             thy
             Gransire
             is
             going
             to
             his
             graue
             ,
             and
             hath
             bequeathed
             thee
             ,
             a
             knaues
             portion
             :
             the
             Bel
             hath
             gone
             for
             him
             ,
             but
             so
             soon
             as
             he
             is
             past
             ,
             I
             wil
             sēd
             thee
             word
             in
             post
             ,
             that
             for
             griefe
             of
             his
             death
             thou
             maist
             drinke
             to
             all
             christen
             soules
             ,
             thy
             sister
             is
             where
             she
             was
             ,
             and
             sweares
             thou
             arte
             honester
             then
             thy
             father
             .
             I
             will
             say
             no
             more
             ,
             but
             thou
             haste
             friends
             that
             thou
             knowest
             not
             ,
             and
             therefore
             come
             when
             thou
             wilt
             ,
             we
             will
             haue
             a
             health
             ere
             we
             part
             :
             and
             so
             in
             hast
             farewell
             .
          
           
             
               Thine
               to
               the
               proofe
               :
               R.
               S.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             a
             young
             man
             going
             to
             trauell
             beyond
             the
             Sea.
             
          
           
             GOod
             Cousen
             ,
             I
             finde
             by
             your
             last
             letter
             ,
             your
             present
             intent
             to
             trauell
             ,
             I
             pray
             God
             it
             fall
             out
             for
             your
             good
             ▪
             for
             though
             in
             respect
             of
             your
             yeares
             ,
             your
             bodie
             bee
             in
             good
             state
             to
             indure
             some
             hardnesse
             ,
             yet
             there
             is
             difference
             in
             the
             natures
             of
             countries
             ,
             both
             in
             the
             ayr
             ,
             and
             the
             diet
             :
             but
             aboue
             these
             things
             ,
             there
             are
             many
             things
             to
             be
             observed
             ,
             that
             negligently
             regarded
             ,
             may
             be
             greatlie
             to
             your
             hurt
             :
             as
             first
             ,
             for
             your
             religion
             ,
             haue
             a
             great
             care
             that
             your
             eies
             lead
             not
             your
             heart
             after
             the
             horror
             of
             Idolatry
             ,
             serue
             God
             sincerely
             ,
             not
             fondlie
             :
             not
             in
             shewe
             ,
             but
             in
             truth
             of
             zeale
             :
             and
             for
             all
             your
             comfort
             in
             all
             your
             course
             ▪
             that
             you
             trust
             in
             him
             and
             none
             else
             :
             now
             secondlie
             ,
             for
             your
             carkasse
             ,
             take
             heed
             of
             too
             much
             following
             the
             feminine
             set
             and
             praie
             for
             continencie
             ,
             it
             is
             a
             blessed
             vertue
             :
             I
             speake
             not
             this
             ,
             for
             the
             common
             or
             base
             sort
             ,
             for
             I
             hope
             your
             spirit
             is
             too
             high
             to
             stoupe
             to
             such
             game
             ,
             but
             as
             the
             Sirenes
             ,
             whose
             faces
             are
             bewitching
             obiects
             ,
             and
             whose
             voices
             ,
             as
             Inchanting
             musique
             
             if
             these
             be
             in
             the
             waie
             of
             your
             eare
             or
             your
             eye
             ,
             hast
             you
             from
             them
             ,
             least
             too
             late
             you
             find
             it
             too
             true
             ,
             that
             you
             will
             hardly
             scape
             drowning
             when
             you
             are
             ouer
             head
             and
             eares
             :
             such
             weeds
             will
             hang
             on
             your
             heeles
             ,
             as
             will
             so
             hinder
             youre
             swimming
             y
             t
             you
             will
             hardly
             ouercome
             it
             in
             health
             ,
             if
             you
             hap
             to
             scape
             with
             your
             life
             :
             furthermore
             ,
             if
             you
             meete
             with
             some
             chast
             Penilasse
             whose
             beautie
             walks
             e●ē
             with
             her
             vertue
             :
             let
             not
             a
             chast
             eie
             in
             her
             ,
             beget
             an
             vnchast
             thought
             in
             you
             ;
             I
             speak
             not
             this
             in
             feare
             of
             anie
             thinge
             but
             your
             youth
             ,
             ye●
             though
             I
             know
             you
             wel
             disposed
             in
             many
             waies
             ,
             I
             doubte
             you
             are
             not
             righte
             in
             all
             ▪
             &
             this
             being
             a
             thing
             that
             I
             know
             moste
             necessarie
             ,
             I
             thoughte
             in
             my
             loue
             to
             giue
             you●punc
             ;
             a
             note
             of
             :
             nowe
             for
             your
             purse
             ,
             let
             it
             be
             priuate
             to
             your
             owne
             knowledge
             ,
             least
             it
             be
             an
             occasion
             of
             your
             vnhappinesse
             ,
             and
             breede
             you
             more
             partakers
             then
             for
             your
             profit
             :
             Now
             for
             your
             tongue
             ,
             let
             it
             follow
             your
             wit
             ,
             and
             typpe
             it
             with
             truth
             ,
             that
             it
             may
             abide
             al
             ●utch
             :
             and
             for
             your
             diet
             ,
             let
             it
             be
             sparing
             :
             for
             better
             leaue
             with
             an
             appetite
             ,
             then
             goe
             to
             Phisick
             for
             a
             surfet
             :
             now
             for
             your
             conuersation
             ,
             chuse
             the
             wise
             ,
             and
             rather
             heare
             them
             ,
             then
             trouble
             them
             ,
             and
             against
             all
             fortunes
             ,
             take
             patience
             in
             all
             your
             passage
             :
             so
             seruing
             God
             ,
             and
             obseruing
             the
             word
             ,
             no
             doubt
             but
             you
             shall
             make
             a
             benefit
             of
             your
             voyage
             ,
             and
             I
             shall
             be
             ioyfull
             of
             your
             returne
             ,
             and
             thus
             loath
             to
             tier
             you
             with
             a
             long
             tale
             ,
             when
             I
             knowe
             in
             a
             little
             you
             wil
             vnderstand
             much
             :
             in
             praier
             for
             your
             good
             successe
             and
             sa●e
             returne
             ,
             I
             commit
             you
             to
             the
             Almighty
             .
          
           
             
               Your
               affectionate
               kinesman
               and
               assured
               friend
               .
               N.B.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             his
             friend
             G.T.
             in
             his
             time
             of
             sicknesse
             ,
             and
             sorrow
             for
             a
             great
             misfortune
             .
          
           
             DEare
             George
             ,
             knowing
             the
             cause
             ,
             though
             not
             the
             condition
             of
             thy
             sicknesse
             ,
             I
             am
             bold
             a
             little
             to
             aduise
             thee
             for
             the
             better
             recouerie
             of
             thy
             health
             :
             Thou
             knowest
             that
             there
             is
             nothing
             passeth
             neither
             vnder
             nor
             aboue
             the
             heauens
             ,
             but
             either
             
             by
             the
             direction
             or
             permission
             of
             the
             wisedome
             of
             the
             Almightie
             :
             ther
             is
             no
             day
             but
             hath
             his
             night
             ,
             no
             Elemēt
             but
             hath
             his
             contrarie
             ,
             nor
             comfort
             on
             the
             earth
             without
             a
             cros
             :
             thou
             art
             sorry
             to
             see
             the
             cruelty
             of
             fortune
             ,
             but
             turne
             thine
             eies
             to
             a
             better
             light
             ,
             and
             thou
             shalt
             see
             it
             a
             trial
             of
             Gods
             loue
             :
             for
             if
             nature
             bee
             accursed
             for
             sin
             ,
             thou
             must
             finde
             it
             in
             this
             world
             or
             another
             :
             and
             the
             second
             death
             is
             worse
             then
             the
             first
             .
             If
             sicknes
             makē
             thee
             feel
             the
             hand
             of
             God
             ,
             shall
             not
             patience
             make
             thee
             trie
             his
             mercy
             ?
             and
             health
             make
             thee
             know
             his
             loue
             ?
             if
             losses
             make
             thee
             poore
             ,
             wert
             thou
             not
             beteer
             with
             patience
             be
             Gods
             begger
             ,
             then
             in
             pride
             the
             worlds
             king
             ?
             grieue
             not
             then
             at
             thy
             fortune
             ,
             but
             liue
             by
             thy
             faith
             :
             ●e
             rather
             Iob
             then
             a
             Saul
             ,
             for
             there
             is
             no
             spurning
             against
             so
             sharpe
             a
             pricke
             as
             Gods
             purpose
             :
             I
             am
             sorry
             for
             thy
             sicknesse
             ,
             but
             more
             for
             the
             cause
             ,
             for
             to
             mourn
             to
             no
             end
             is
             mee●e
             folly
             ,
             and
             a
             pi●ing
             sicknesse
             is
             a
             signe
             ,
             of
             more
             passion
             then
             patience
             :
             Christ
             suffered
             for
             thee
             ,
             suffer
             thou
             for
             thy selfe
             ,
             lay
             away
             thy
             too
             much
             melancholy
             ,
             for
             sighing
             is
             womanish
             ,
             and
             weeping
             is
             babish
             :
             be
             wise
             therfore
             for
             thy selfe
             ,
             and
             be
             good
             to
             thy
             sefe
             ,
             pluck
             vp
             thy
             spirits
             ,
             and
             put
             thy selfe
             onelie
             vppon
             God
             ,
             liue
             not
             like
             a
             dead
             man
             ,
             but
             die
             like
             a
             liuing
             man
             ,
             let
             not
             fortune
             be
             a
             messenger
             of
             death
             ,
             nor
             impatience
             a
             preiudice
             to
             thy
             health
             ,
             take
             thy
             horse
             and
             ride
             ouer
             to
             me
             ,
             and
             take
             the
             time
             as
             it
             falls
             :
             if
             faire
             the
             fewer
             clothes
             :
             if
             foule
             ,
             take
             a
             cloak
             ,
             but
             deferre
             n●t
             the
             time
             ,
             for
             thought
             pearceth
             apace
             ,
             &
             for
             the
             mind
             there
             is
             no
             phisick
             ,
             but
             patience
             and
             mirth
             :
             bring
             the
             first
             with
             thee
             ,
             and
             the
             last
             I
             wil
             prouide
             for
             thee
             :
             til
             when
             ,
             wishing
             thee
             once
             out
             of
             thy
             solemne
             Celi
             ,
             and
             to
             take
             my
             house
             for
             thy
             better
             comfort
             ,
             till
             I
             see
             thee
             and
             alwaies
             ,
             I
             rest
             .
          
           
             
               
                 Th●●e
                 in
                 all
                 mine
                 owne
                 .
                 D.R.
                 
              
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             answere
             to
             the
             same
             .
          
           
             HOw
             easilie
             the
             healthfull
             can
             giue
             counsel
             to
             the
             sicke
             ,
             &
             how
             hardly
             they
             can
             take
             it
             ,
             I
             woulde
             I
             were
             not
             in
             case
             to
             proue
             ,
             but
             I
             see
             patience
             need
             not
             bee
             perswaded
             ,
             for
             where
             paine
             is
             ,
             ●hee
             will
             be
             entertained
             ,
             I
             know
             there
             is
             no
             re●●sting
             of
             Gods
             power
             ,
             nor
             muttering
             against
             it
             :
             but
             yet
             think
             
             that
             flesh
             and
             blood
             in
             many
             things
             hath
             much
             adoe
             to
             bear
             it
             :
             &
             though
             fortune
             be
             a
             fiction
             ,
             yet
             it
             troubleth
             many
             fine
             wits
             ,
             and
             the
             triall
             of
             patience
             ,
             puts
             the
             best
             spirits
             to
             a
             hard
             point
             :
             neuer
             to
             haue
             had
             ,
             is
             little
             woe
             to
             want
             ,
             but
             to
             loese
             ,
             hopeles
             of
             recouerie
             ,
             wil
             sting
             the
             heart
             of
             a
             good
             mind
             :
             a
             sorrow
             is
             sooner
             taken
             then
             put
             off
             ,
             &
             death
             is
             comfortable
             to
             the
             afflicted
             :
             fooles
             cannot
             take
             thought
             ,
             &
             knaues
             will
             not
             :
             but
             y
             e
             honest
             &
             carefull
             vnderstand
             the
             plague
             of
             misery
             :
             if
             death
             be
             this
             waie
             ordained
             me
             ,
             I
             cannot
             auoid
             it
             ,
             &
             if
             hell
             come
             vnlooked
             for
             ,
             I
             shal
             be
             glad
             of
             it
             ,
             but
             I
             am
             too
             weak
             ,
             too
             rude
             ,
             &
             too
             full
             of
             grief
             to
             go
             :
             but
             if
             you
             will
             take
             the
             pains
             to
             make
             me
             trie
             the
             cōfort
             of
             your
             company
             ,
             my
             cell
             shall
             haue
             some
             ●●ome
             to
             entertain
             a
             friende
             for
             such
             a
             need
             :
             &
             knowing
             your
             loue
             ,
             can
             account
             no
             lesse
             ▪
             I
             pray
             you
             therefore
             without
             further
             ceremonies
             ,
             let
             mee
             see
             you
             very
             shortly
             ,
             if
             I
             liue
             you
             shal
             knowe
             my
             kindnes
             ,
             if
             I
             dye
             you
             shall
             find
             my
             loue
             ,
             so
             drawing
             towards
             a
             feuers
             fit
             ,
             I
             am
             forced
             thus
             to
             conclude
             :
             in
             the
             spight
             of
             fortune
             ,
             in
             the
             grace
             of
             god
             I
             wil
             digest
             what
             I
             can
             ,
             &
             praie
             for
             patience
             for
             the
             rest
             ,
             &
             so
             hoping
             speedilie
             to
             see
             you
             ,
             till
             then
             and
             alwaies
             I
             rest
             .
          
           
             
               In
               sicknes
               and
               in
               health
               ,
               thine
               vvhat
               mine
               ,
               R.H.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             yonger
             brother
             to
             his
             elder
             ,
             falne
             vnhappilie
             on
             a
             little
             wealth
             ,
             and
             suddenly
             growne
             fondly
             proud
             .
          
           
             GOod
             brother
             ,
             as
             I
             am
             glad
             to
             heare
             of
             your
             health
             ,
             so
             am
             I
             sorrie
             to
             heare
             of
             your
             ill
             cariage
             ,
             it
             is
             tolde
             me
             by
             them
             that
             I
             can
             beleeue
             ,
             y
             t
             your
             wealth
             which
             should
             make
             you
             gracious
             ,
             makes
             you
             in
             a
             manner
             odious
             :
             Why
             ,
             it
             is
             wonderful
             that
             you
             can
             so
             suddenly
             metamorphose
             your
             mind
             frō
             wit
             to
             folly
             :
             it
             grieueth
             me
             to
             hear●
             your
             description
             of
             almost
             as
             ma●y
             as
             know
             you
             ,
             it
             is
             saide
             you
             looke
             ouer
             the
             moone
             ,
             walk
             as
             vpon
             stilts
             ,
             speak
             as
             it
             were
             for
             charitie
             ,
             and
             with
             a
             swelling
             conceite
             of
             your
             wealth
             ,
             make
             your
             face
             like
             one
             of
             the
             foure
             windes
             :
             in
             your
             apparrell
             you
             are
             womannish
             ,
             your
             Ruffes
             set
             so
             in
             print
             ,
             your
             bearde
             so
             starched
             ,
             and
             your
             countenāce
             so
             set
             ,
             that
             you
             are
             rather
             meet
             for
             a
             prologue
             before
             a
             Comedy
             ,
             then
             to
             giue
             example
             of
             ciuilitie
             :
             formalitie
             is
             a
             kinde
             of
             follie
             ,
             when
             hee
             that
             walkes
             vpright
             like
             a
             Rabbot
             ,
             
             is
             like
             a
             Boye
             that
             should
             saie
             grace
             :
             they
             saie
             you
             are
             seldome
             without
             a
             flower
             in
             your
             mouth
             ,
             I
             would
             it
             were
             fitlie
             perfumed
             ,
             to
             the
             desert
             of
             your
             follie
             :
             you
             weare
             your
             cloak
             alwaies
             abroad
             ,
             that
             one
             may
             see
             your
             silken
             outside
             :
             and
             your
             garters
             beneath
             your
             knee
             are
             ready
             to
             weep
             for
             a
             rose
             :
             all
             these
             notes
             are
             taken
             of
             you
             ,
             and
             with
             all
             ,
             that
             to
             mainetain
             this
             pride
             you
             are
             as
             couetous
             as
             the
             deuill
             :
             for
             ▪
             as
             I
             here
             ,
             you
             are
             both
             an
             Usurer
             and
             a
             Broker
             :
             and
             haue
             more
             cunning
             tricks
             in
             your
             trade
             ,
             then
             an
             honest
             heart
             coulde
             awaie
             withall
             :
             truly
             this
             is
             not
             wel
             :
             for
             your
             estate
             needs
             it
             not
             ,
             your
             education
             doth
             teach
             it
             ,
             let
             me
             therefore
             intreat
             you
             ,
             to
             turn
             a
             new
             leafe
             :
             sing
             a
             newe
             song
             :
             be
             curteous
             ,
             but
             not
             couetous
             :
             kind
             ,
             but
             not
             proude
             :
             and
             haue
             a
             conscience
             in
             all
             your
             courses
             :
             for
             there
             must
             be
             an
             ende
             of
             all
             your
             matters
             ;
             and
             repentance
             wil
             be
             the
             best
             paiment
             of
             your
             ill
             taken
             accounts
             :
             beleeue
             it
             ,
             for
             you
             shall
             finde
             it
             at
             last
             ,
             I
             wish
             not
             too
             late
             :
             and
             so
             ,
             out
             of
             the
             sincere
             loue
             of
             a
             true
             hart
             that
             holdes
             you
             as
             deere
             as
             his
             own
             life
             ,
             rather
             desirous
             to
             tel
             you
             ,
             what
             I
             find
             amisse
             in
             you
             ,
             then
             to
             sooth
             you
             in
             what
             I
             finde
             grieuous
             in
             you
             ,
             to
             his
             grace
             that
             maye
             amend
             you
             ,
             with
             my
             praier
             for
             you
             ,
             I
             leaue
             you
             .
          
           
             
               your
               true
               louing
               brother
               .
               R.
               B.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             a
             faire
             proud
             T●t
             .
          
           
             FAire
             Mistresse
             ,
             why
             should
             you
             turne
             that
             to
             a
             curse
             ,
             which
             was
             giuen
             you
             for
             a
             blessing
             ?
             I
             meane
             your
             beautie
             ,
             which
             should
             haue
             made
             you
             gracious
             ,
             but
             hath
             filled
             you
             so
             full
             of
             pride
             ,
             that
             you
             marre
             your
             colour
             with
             an
             ill
             countenance
             ,
             and
             when
             you
             speak
             ,
             you
             counterfaite
             such
             a
             kind
             of
             lisping
             ,
             that
             you
             cannot
             bring
             out
             a
             wise
             word
             :
             your
             bodies
             are
             made
             so
             straight
             ,
             and
             your
             Fardingale
             so
             great
             ,
             that
             in
             steed
             of
             a
             woman
             ,
             you
             make
             an
             Antick
             of
             your selfe
             :
             I
             am
             plaine
             ,
             but
             tell
             
             you
             troath
             ,
             I
             think
             you
             are
             best
             in
             your
             quoiting
             coat
             :
             for
             your
             tricking
             and
             your
             tyring
             takes
             awaie
             all
             your
             proportion
             :
             so
             that
             the
             Painter
             and
             the
             Tasler
             ,
             haue
             put
             nature
             out
             of
             countenance
             :
             but
             since
             it
             is
             the
             fashion
             ,
             for
             fools
             to
             weare
             a
             cockes-combe
             ,
             let
             them
             weare
             feathers
             that
             list
             ,
             I
             will
             not
             blow
             them
             awaie
             :
             but
             as
             a
             good
             friend
             let
             mee
             tell
             you
             ,
             that
             tel
             you
             but
             for
             your
             good
             ,
             be
             honest
             and
             be
             hangd'e
             ,
             and
             let
             knauery
             goe
             to
             the
             diuel
             :
             stand
             unt
             leering
             in
             your
             door
             ,
             nor
             deuise
             lies
             to
             make
             fooles
             ,
             nor
             vse
             tricks
             to
             pick
             pockets
             ,
             for
             in
             the
             end
             all
             will
             bee
             naught
             :
             for
             the
             poxe
             ,
             or
             the
             gallowes
             ,
             or
             the
             diuel
             ,
             will
             be
             the
             reward
             of
             plaine
             leacherie
             ,
             if
             in
             the
             waie
             you
             scape
             beggery
             :
             and
             therefore
             follow
             my
             counsaile
             ,
             giue
             ouer
             betimes
             ,
             before
             it
             giue
             ouer
             you
             :
             and
             since
             I
             haue
             turned
             my
             coate
             ,
             turn
             your
             olde
             gowne
             ,
             and
             we
             will
             ioie
             together
             ,
             to
             goe
             both
             in
             a
             liuery
             :
             for
             say
             the
             word
             ,
             and
             I
             am
             for
             thee
             :
             and
             so
             til
             I
             hear
             from
             thee
             ,
             I
             commend
             me
             to
             thee
             .
          
           
             
               Thine
               if
               thou
               vvilt
               ,
               D.H.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             Her
             Answere
             .
          
           
             YOu
             wicked
             villaine
             ,
             haste
             thou
             plaide
             the
             Iewe
             so
             long
             ,
             that
             thou
             art
             weary
             of
             thy selfe
             ?
             and
             now
             comest
             to
             mee
             for
             a
             companion
             ?
             soft
             snatch
             ,
             your
             tricke
             is
             an
             Ace
             out
             ,
             and
             of
             all
             the
             cardes
             I
             loue
             not
             a
             knaue
             :
             my
             beautie
             is
             not
             for
             bleere
             eyes
             ,
             nor
             shall
             pretended
             honestie
             cheat
             my
             follie
             :
             hast
             thou
             had
             three
             occupatiōs
             ,
             and
             none
             thriue
             ?
             a
             Pedler
             ?
             a
             Parasite
             ?
             and
             a
             Pander
             ?
             and
             now
             wouldest
             bee
             a
             Cony-catcher
             ?
             Syr
             ,
             I
             haue
             no
             game
             for
             your
             ferit
             :
             and
             therfore
             hunt
             further
             :
             Now
             for
             my
             leers
             and
             my
             lookes
             ,
             and
             my
             tricks
             and
             my
             toyes
             ▪
             if
             they
             fitte
             not
             your
             humour
             ,
             I
             am
             not
             for
             you
             :
             but
             for
             the
             pore
             ,
             and
             the
             gallows
             ,
             and
             the
             diuell
             and
             the
             ale
             house
             ,
             keep
             you
             from
             them
             and
             I
             will
             keepe
             mee
             from
             you
             :
             and
             if
             I
             thoughte
             I
             mighte
             trust
             thee
             ,
             I
             could
             put
             thee
             into
             fooles
             paradice
             :
             but
             if
             thou
             art
             not
             afraid
             of
             sparrow
             blasting
             ,
             come
             home
             and
             take
             a
             birdes-nest
             :
             which
             if
             it
             be
             better
             then
             a
             woodcock
             ,
             thank
             the
             heauens
             
             for
             thy
             good
             Fortune
             ,
             and
             mee
             for
             my
             good
             will
             ;
             and
             so
             till
             I
             see
             thy
             liuerie
             ,
             I
             leaue
             thee
             to
             thy selfe
             .
          
           
             
               Thine
               ,
               if
               I
               like
               .
               M.T.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             A
             kinde
             Sister
             ,
             to
             her
             louing
             Brother
             .
          
           
             MY
             deere
             Brother
             ,
             as
             you
             knowe
             our
             loue
             began
             almoste
             in
             our
             Cradles
             ,
             so
             I
             praie
             you
             let
             it
             continue
             to
             our
             graues
             ,
             I
             haue
             had
             a
             bad
             husbande
             ,
             and
             you
             no
             good
             wife
             ,
             and
             yet
             with
             patience
             wee
             haue
             liued
             to
             see
             the
             straunge
             chaunges
             of
             times
             :
             but
             wee
             muste
             one
             daie
             walke
             after
             our
             friendes
             ,
             and
             therefore
             in
             the
             mean
             time
             ,
             let
             us
             make
             muche
             one
             of
             another
             :
             write
             vnto
             mee
             ,
             howe
             you
             doe
             in
             bodie
             and
             minde
             ,
             and
             when
             I
             shall
             bee
             so
             happie
             as
             to
             enioie
             youre
             good
             companie
             :
             for
             being
             alone
             ,
             you
             may
             bee
             as
             a
             husbande
             and
             a
             Brother
             to
             controll
             my
             seruants
             ,
             and
             comforte
             my selfe
             :
             beleeue
             me
             ,
             I
             long
             to
             see
             you
             :
             and
             in
             the
             meane
             time
             to
             heare
             from
             you
             ,
             and
             therefore
             I
             praye
             you
             let
             no
             Messenger
             passe
             without
             some
             fewe
             lines
             of
             your
             kinde
             loue
             ,
             which
             are
             as
             deare
             to
             me
             as
             my
             life
             ,
             this
             I
             praie
             you
             let
             me
             not
             fail
             off
             .
             And
             so
             with
             my
             heartie
             Commendations
             and
             most
             ●inde
             Loue
             ,
             in
             my
             dailie
             praiers
             for
             thy
             health
             ,
             I
             leaue
             thee
             to
             the
             Almightie
             .
          
           
             
               Thy
               very
               louing
               Sister
               .
               A.N.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             His
             Answere
             .
          
           
             SWeete
             Sister
             ,
             I
             haue
             receiued
             your
             kinde
             letter
             ,
             for
             which
             I
             returne
             you
             manie
             kinde
             thankes
             :
             my
             bodie
             I
             thanke
             God
             is
             in
             good
             healthe
             ,
             but
             my
             mind
             somewhat
             out
             of
             temper
             ,
             for
             I
             see
             three
             thinges
             that
             doe
             muche
             grieue
             mee
             ,
             A
             Foole
             riche
             ,
             a
             Wise
             man
             wicked
             ,
             and
             an
             Honest
             man
             poore
             for
             the
             firste
             ,
             either
             Prodigallie
             waste
             himselfe
             ,
             or
             like
             a
             dogge
             in
             a
             benchehole
             ,
             hoords
             vp
             his
             mon●e
             hee
             knowes
             not
             for
             whome
             :
             the
             second
             turnes
             witte
             to
             an
             euil
             course
             ,
             that
             
             mighte
             compasse
             better
             matter
             :
             and
             the
             thirde
             ,
             liues
             in
             griefe
             ,
             that
             he
             cannot
             shewe
             the
             vertue
             of
             his
             condition
             .
             But
             ,
             when
             I
             consider
             againe
             ,
             that
             heere
             is
             no
             paradise
             ,
             the
             Aungells
             liue
             in
             Heauen
             ,
             and
             Hell
             is
             too
             neere
             vnto
             the
             Earthe
             ,
             I
             am
             glad
             I
             can
             fall
             to
             praier
             ,
             to
             shunne
             the
             trappes
             of
             the
             deceiptfull
             :
             And
             since
             I
             cannot
             goe
             from
             the
             course
             of
             Fates
             ,
             to
             take
             my
             fortune
             as
             patientlie
             as
             I
             can
             .
             You
             saie
             well
             ,
             wee
             haue
             liued
             to
             see
             much
             ,
             and
             yet
             must
             die
             when
             wee
             haue
             seene
             all
             :
             you
             are
             tidde
             of
             a
             trouble
             ,
             and
             I
             well
             freed
             of
             a
             tormente
             :
             yet
             are
             there
             crosses
             enough
             ,
             to
             trie
             the
             care
             of
             a
             good
             Conscience
             :
             in
             which
             I
             doubte
             not
             youre
             wisedome
             ,
             nor
             shall
             you
             of
             my
             will
             :
             but
             as
             patience
             is
             the
             salue
             of
             miserie
             ,
             so
             is
             Loue
             the
             ioye
             of
             Nature
             :
             in
             which
             as
             wee
             are
             neerelie
             lincked
             ,
             so
             let
             v●
             liue
             vnseparable
             :
             shortlie
             I
             hope
             to
             see
             you
             ,
             and
             til
             then
             ,
             and
             euer
             will
             loue
             you
             :
             The
             Lorde
             of
             heauen
             blesse
             you
             ,
             and
             in
             his
             good
             mercy
             keep
             you
             :
             So
             with
             my
             harts
             loue
             to
             you
             ,
             to
             the
             Lords
             tuition
             ,
             I
             leaue
             you
             ,
          
           
             
               Your
               verie
               louing
               Brtother
               ,
               E.
               B.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             A
             young
             man
             to
             his
             first
             Loue.
             
          
           
             SWeete
             Loue
             ,
             since
             first
             I
             sawe
             you
             ,
             I
             haue
             seene
             none
             like
             you
             ,
             nor
             like
             anie
             ,
             but
             onely
             you
             :
             my
             reason
             is
             drawne
             out
             of
             manie
             grounds
             ,
             and
             all
             in
             your
             graces
             ,
             For
             firste
             ,
             youre
             Beautie
             beeing
             such
             as
             exceedeth
             my
             commendation
             ,
             your
             wit
             too
             high
             for
             my
             reason
             to
             reach
             ,
             and
             youre
             demeanure
             so
             discreete
             ,
             as
             driues
             mee
             onelie
             to
             woonder
             :
             beleeue
             my
             affection
             ,
             to
             be
             vntouched
             with
             vntruthe
             ,
             and
             requi●e
             my
             loue
             ,
             with
             some
             token
             of
             your
             good
             liking
             :
             for
             beeing
             the
             firste
             starre
             that
             hath
             made
             me
             study
             Astronomy
             ,
             let
             me
             not
             liue
             in
             the
             clouds
             of
             your
             discomforte
             :
             least
             in
             a
             mist
             of
             misery
             ,
             I
             fal
             to
             the
             lowest
             of
             Fortune
             ;
             Leauing
             therefore
             my
             life
             to
             your
             fauour
             ,
             or
             my
             death
             to
             your
             frowne
             ,
             I
             rest
             restlesse
             ,
             til
             I
             may
             rest
             .
          
           
             
               Yours
               onelie
               ,
               and
               all
               .
               T.
               P
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Her
             Answere
             .
          
           
             If
             your
             heart
             were
             in
             your
             eyes
             ,
             and
             your
             wordes
             were
             all
             truth
             ,
             I
             should
             beleeue
             a
             strange
             tale
             of
             the
             great
             force
             of
             fāsie
             ,
             but
             I
             must
             entreat
             your
             pardon
             to
             pawse
             vpon
             my
             iudgement
             of
             your
             opinion
             :
             I
             would
             I
             were
             as
             you
             writ
             me
             ,
             though
             I
             did
             not
             requite
             you
             as
             you
             wish
             me
             :
             for
             though
             I
             would
             not
             be
             vnkinde
             ,
             yet
             wil
             I
             not
             be
             vncarefull
             .
             Astronomie
             is
             too
             high
             a
             studie
             for
             my
             capacitie
             ,
             &
             the
             clouds
             are
             fittest
             dwellings
             for
             them
             that
             are
             so
             high
             minded
             ,
             that
             the
             earth
             cannot
             hold
             thē
             :
             In
             briefe
             therefore
             ,
             build
             no
             castles
             in
             the
             aire
             ,
             least
             they
             happen
             to
             fall
             on
             your
             neck
             :
             distrust
             not
             your
             fortune
             where
             your
             affectiō
             is
             faithful
             ,
             nor
             put
             your
             life
             to
             loues
             passion
             ,
             least
             it
             trie
             your
             patience
             too
             much
             :
             howsoeuer
             it
             be
             ,
             carry
             reason
             in
             al
             your
             courses
             ,
             and
             your
             care
             will
             haue
             the
             more
             comfort
             :
             to
             which
             ,
             I
             wishe
             you
             as
             much
             hope
             as
             a
             true
             hearte
             may
             deserue
             ,
             and
             so
             not
             knowing
             your
             rest
             ,
             wil
             trouble
             you
             no
             further
             ,
             but
             rest
             as
             I
             haue
             reason
             .
          
           
             
               Yours
               in
               good
               vvill
               .
               A.M.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             A
             Trauailer
             beyond
             the
             Sea
             ,
             to
             his
             wife
             in
             England
             .
          
           
             DEare
             wife
             ,
             the
             miserie
             of
             my
             fortune
             is
             more
             then
             can
             eastlie
             be
             borne
             ,
             and
             yet
             the
             most
             of
             grief
             is
             to
             be
             absent
             from
             thee
             ,
             and
             my
             little
             ones
             :
             but
             as
             a
             Denne
             to
             her
             Chickens
             ,
             be
             kind
             to
             them
             till
             I
             see
             thee
             ,
             and
             praie
             for
             my
             successe
             as
             I
             do
             for
             thy
             health
             :
             from
             manie
             daungers
             ,
             God
             hath
             deliuered
             me
             :
             and
             I
             hope
             wil
             after
             many
             storms
             ,
             send
             mee
             a
             faire
             daie
             to
             doe
             me
             good
             ,
             and
             a
             faire
             winde
             to
             bring
             me
             home
             :
             in
             the
             mean
             time
             I
             will
             haue
             patience
             ,
             and
             entreat
             thee
             the
             like
             ,
             for
             loue
             so
             long
             setled
             I
             know
             cannot
             loose
             his
             nature
             :
             and
             therefore
             not
             doubting
             thy
             constancie
             ,
             I
             commend
             me
             to
             thy
             kindnesse
             kisse
             my
             babes
             for
             me
             ,
             and
             kindly
             receiue
             for
             thy selfe
             and
             them
             such
             tokens
             
             as
             by
             this
             bearer
             I
             send
             thee
             ,
             for
             thee
             and
             them
             :
             &
             thus
             hoping
             of
             thy
             health
             ,
             as
             my
             hearts
             greatest
             happinesse
             in
             this
             world
             ,
             in
             prayer
             for
             the
             same
             ,
             and
             thee
             ,
             and
             thine
             euermore
             ,
             I
             rest
             :
             Amsterdam
             ,
             this
             20.
             of
             August
             .
             1604.
             
          
           
             
               Thy
               deare
               louing
               husband
               .
               T.M.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             SWeet
             hart
             ,
             let
             mee
             entreat
             thee
             to
             be
             as
             merry
             as
             thou
             cāst
             in
             spight
             of
             fortune
             and
             all
             her
             furie
             :
             for
             if
             thou
             hast
             but
             life
             to
             bring
             home
             ,
             yet
             loue
             shal
             bid
             thee
             welcome
             ,
             my
             praier
             and
             thy
             little
             ones
             is
             dailie
             for
             thee
             ,
             we
             al
             long
             to
             see
             thee
             ,
             &
             think
             it
             long
             to
             be
             so
             long
             without
             thee
             ,
             but
             knowing
             thy
             intente
             for
             our
             good
             ,
             we
             will
             haue
             patience
             til
             thy
             comming
             ,
             and
             praye
             for
             the
             speed
             of
             it
             ,
             with
             good
             successe
             of
             thy
             trauail
             :
             the
             posts
             hast
             is
             great
             and
             therefore
             I
             muste
             end
             ,
             for
             thy
             kinde
             letters
             and
             tokens
             I
             thanke
             thee
             so
             mewhat
             by
             this
             bearer
             I
             haue
             sent
             thee
             ,
             my
             notes
             in
             my
             letter
             ,
             wil
             tel
             you
             what
             ,
             with
             my
             hearts
             loue
             ,
             which
             can
             holde
             nothing
             from
             you
             ,
             but
             auoweth
             al
             I
             am
             and
             haue
             ,
             readie
             for
             you
             :
             so
             with
             my
             babes
             kisses
             and
             my
             owne
             ,
             in
             prayer
             for
             thy
             health
             and
             hearts-ease
             I
             commit
             thee
             to
             the
             Almighty
             ,
             London
             ,
             This
             23
             ,
             of
             September
             ,
             1604.
             
          
           
             
               Thy
               verie
               louing
               wife
               .
               E.A.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             his
             friend
             that
             was
             in
             loue
             ,
          
           
             HOnest
             VVilkin
             ,
             I
             cannot
             but
             mourne
             for
             thee
             ,
             to
             see
             thee
             in
             such
             a
             taking
             ,
             as
             I
             thought
             neuer
             to
             haue
             takē
             thee
             in
             .
             I
             heare
             sait
             thou
             art
             in
             loue
             ,
             is
             it
             possible
             to
             be
             true
             ,
             that
             the
             spirite
             of
             error
             could
             euer
             haue
             taken
             such
             possession
             of
             thy
             wit
             ,
             to
             make
             a
             saint
             of
             an
             Idoll
             ,
             and
             loose
             thy selfe
             in
             a
             maze
             ?
             why
             ?
             first
             ,
             the
             thinge
             loue
             ,
             is
             another
             worlde
             then
             this
             ,
             and
             hath
             little
             businesse
             with
             such
             creatures
             as
             thou
             keepest
             too
             :
             I
             am
             sorrie
             to
             heare
             how
             thou
             windest
             thy selfe
             ,
             into
             such
             a
             net
             ,
             that
             thou
             canst
             no
             waie
             get
             loose
             :
             fit
             vpon
             folly
             ,
             leaue
             thy
             fāsy
             ,
             
             least
             thou
             be
             sorry
             too
             late
             ,
             &
             then
             no
             mā
             wil
             pitty
             there
             :
             what●
             haue
             both
             eies
             ,
             and
             bee
             stark
             blinde
             ?
             ears
             ,
             and
             hast
             hearde
             nothing
             ?
             a
             nose
             ,
             and
             can
             smell
             nothing
             ?
             a
             witte
             and
             can
             perceiue
             nothing
             ?
             and
             a
             heart
             that
             can
             feele
             nothing
             ,
             to
             put
             thee
             frō
             this
             new-nothing
             ,
             which
             thou
             hast
             met
             with
             ,
             called
             loue
             ?
             Why
             ?
             let
             me
             tell
             thee
             what
             it
             is
             :
             simplie
             ,
             I
             cannot
             tell
             thee
             :
             but
             what
             are
             the
             qualities
             of
             it
             ,
             as
             I
             haue
             heard
             and
             read
             of
             it
             ,
             I
             wil
             deliuer
             thee
             :
             It
             will
             Cuckold
             age
             ,
             and
             befoole
             youth
             :
             betray
             beautie
             ,
             and
             wast
             wealth
             :
             dishonor
             vertue
             ,
             and
             worke
             villanie
             :
             this
             kind
             of
             loue
             I
             meane
             ,
             that
             makes
             thee
             dance
             trenchmore
             without
             a
             pipe
             :
             it
             will
             not
             let
             one
             sleepe
             ,
             nor
             eat
             ,
             nor
             drink
             ,
             nor
             stād
             ,
             nor
             sit
             in
             quiet
             :
             it
             will
             teach
             a
             foole
             to
             flatter
             ,
             a
             knaue
             to
             lye
             ,
             a
             wench
             to
             dance
             ,
             and
             a
             scholler
             to
             be
             a
             Poet
             ,
             before
             he
             can
             hitte
             the
             right
             way
             of
             a
             kind
             verse
             ,
             it
             will
             make
             a
             Souldiour
             lazie
             ,
             a
             Courtier
             wanton
             ,
             a
             Lawyeridle
             ,
             a
             Merchant
             poore
             ,
             and
             a
             poore
             man
             a
             begger
             :
             it
             will
             make
             a
             wise
             man
             a
             fool
             ,
             and
             a
             fool
             quite
             out
             of
             his
             wits
             :
             it
             will
             make
             a
             man
             womanish
             ,
             and
             a
             woman
             ,
             Apish
             :
             To
             be
             short
             ,
             there
             is
             so
             much
             ill
             to
             be
             said
             of
             it
             ,
             that
             he
             is
             happy
             who
             hath
             not
             to
             doe
             with
             it
             .
             If
             therefore
             thou
             be
             not
             too
             farre
             gone
             ,
             come
             back
             againe
             ,
             if
             thou
             ca●st
             lea●e
             thy
             studie
             ,
             laie
             awaie
             thy
             booke
             ,
             and
             think
             of
             other
             matter
             ,
             thē
             the
             mouth
             of
             Venus
             ,
             least
             Mars
             bee
             angry
             ,
             or
             Vulcan
             play
             the
             villane
             ,
             when
             Cupid
             shall
             be
             whipt
             for
             shooting
             awaie
             of
             his
             arrowes
             :
             In
             fine
             ,
             giue
             ouer
             thy
             humor
             ,
             for
             it
             is
             no
             bettter
             thē
             a
             fansie
             :
             and
             liue
             with
             me
             but
             a
             daie
             ,
             &
             thou
             wilt
             bee
             in
             hate
             with
             it
             all
             night
             :
             for
             the
             desire
             is
             fleshly
             ,
             and
             the
             delight
             is
             filthy
             :
             the
             sute
             is
             costlie
             ,
             and
             the
             fruit
             of
             it
             but
             folly
             :
             Leaue
             beauty
             to
             the
             painter
             ,
             to
             helpe
             him
             in
             his
             Arte
             :
             wit
             to
             the
             Scholler
             ,
             to
             helpe
             the
             weaknesse
             of
             his
             memorie
             ,
             and
             welth
             to
             the
             Merchant
             ,
             to
             encrease
             his
             stock
             :
             Cases
             to
             the
             Lawyer
             ,
             to
             helpe
             his
             pleading
             ,
             honour
             to
             the
             Souldier
             ,
             to
             put
             forth
             his
             valour
             :
             and
             so
             let
             thy
             mistris
             be
             deuided
             among
             them
             ,
             and
             when
             they
             are
             all
             together
             by
             the
             eares
             ,
             come
             thou
             awaie
             to
             mee
             ,
             and
             liue
             with
             me
             :
             and
             credit
             mee
             ,
             thou
             wilte
             in
             the
             end
             thanke
             me●
             ,
             for
             dealing
             thus
             truelie
             and
             plainlie
             with
             thee
             ,
             In
             the
             meane
             time
             ;
             let
             
             me
             heare
             from
             thee
             ,
             what
             I
             shall
             hope
             of
             thee
             :
             for
             as
             thou
             knowest
             ,
             I
             loue
             thee
             ,
             so
             in
             my
             loue
             haue
             I
             written
             to
             thee
             ,
             what
             I
             knowe
             is
             good
             for
             thee
             ,
             and
             what
             I
             wishe
             maye
             doe
             good
             with
             thee
             .
             And
             thus
             till
             I
             see
             thee
             ,
             in
             heartie
             praier
             for
             thee
             ,
             and
             like
             commendations
             to
             thee
             ,
             to
             the
             Lord
             of
             heauen
             I
             leaue
             thee
             .
          
           
             
               Thine
               as
               thou
               knowest
               .
               L.E.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             Her
             Answere
             .
          
           
             GOod
             Goose
             eate
             no
             more
             haye
             :
             what
             a
             noise
             haste
             thou
             made
             with
             keaking
             at
             nothing
             ?
             Thou
             hast
             heard
             ,
             thou
             knowest
             not
             what
             ,
             and
             talkest
             thou
             knowest
             not
             howe
             :
             take
             a
             woodcocke
             in
             a
             spring
             ,
             and
             touch
             not
             me
             with
             these
             termes
             :
             now
             for
             thy
             mourning
             ,
             let
             it
             be
             for
             the
             losse
             of
             thy
             wit
             ,
             for
             I
             haue
             no
             feare
             of
             had
             I
             wist
             :
             Loue
             (
             quoth
             he
             )
             yes
             ,
             neuer
             knew
             what
             it
             is
             ,
             and
             yet
             speake
             so
             much
             of
             it
             :
             either
             you
             wrong
             it
             or
             your selfe
             ,
             that
             you
             no
             better
             vnderstand
             it
             :
             for
             let
             me
             tell
             you
             ,
             you
             are
             mistaken
             in
             it
             :
             it
             is
             the
             light
             of
             beautie
             ,
             the
             blis
             of
             nature
             ,
             the
             honour
             of
             reason
             ,
             and
             the
             ioie
             of
             time
             :
             the
             cōfort
             of
             age
             ,
             and
             the
             life
             of
             youth
             :
             it
             is
             the
             tongue
             of
             truth
             ,
             the
             staye
             of
             wit
             ,
             and
             the
             rule
             of
             vnderstanding
             :
             it
             is
             the
             bridle
             of
             wil
             ,
             &
             the
             grace
             of
             sence
             :
             it
             makes
             a
             man
             kinde
             ,
             and
             a
             woman
             constant
             :
             and
             while
             fools
             and
             Apes
             ,
             play
             bo-peep
             for
             a
             pudding
             ,
             Louers
             haue
             a
             life
             ,
             that
             they
             would
             not
             leaue
             for
             a
             mountaine
             .
             Now
             for
             Mars
             and
             Venus
             ,
             they
             are
             studies
             for
             schole
             boyes
             ,
             and
             hee
             that
             feareth
             Vulcan
             ,
             let
             him
             be
             whipt
             for
             Cupid
             .
             To
             bee
             shorte
             ,
             thou
             art
             strangelie
             out
             of
             tune
             ,
             to
             write
             me
             such
             a
             peece
             of
             musique
             :
             for
             were
             I
             but
             in
             the
             waie
             ,
             shal
             I
             turne
             back
             to
             thy
             whistle
             ?
             no
             ,
             thou
             knowest
             not
             what
             it
             is
             ,
             and
             therefore
             talk
             no
             more
             of
             it
             :
             for
             hadst
             thou
             but
             once
             kindly
             had
             a
             tast
             of
             it
             ,
             thou
             wouldst
             die
             ere
             thou
             wouldst
             leaue
             it
             :
             beleeue
             it
             ,
             I
             know
             it
             ,
             and
             therfore
             
             for
             thy
             derision
             of
             my
             mistrisse
             ,
             I
             wil
             take
             it
             as
             a
             dream
             ,
             and
             be
             sorry
             ,
             that
             awake
             thou
             hadst
             no
             more
             witte
             then
             to
             write
             it
             :
             but
             let
             all
             vnkindnesse
             passe
             ,
             it
             may
             bee
             I
             wil
             shortly
             see
             thee
             :
             and
             then
             make
             thee
             glad
             to
             yeeld
             to
             me
             ,
             that
             thou
             art
             in
             a
             foule
             error
             to
             wish
             me
             leaue
             my
             loue
             ,
             to
             liue
             with
             thee
             ;
             but
             since
             I
             know
             thy
             kindnes
             ,
             I
             will
             beare
             with
             thy
             weaknesse
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             faith
             of
             an
             old
             friend
             ,
             hearken
             to
             thee
             in
             an
             other
             matter
             :
             &
             so
             wishing
             thee
             no
             more
             to
             enuy
             so
             much
             against
             a
             matter
             of
             so
             excellent
             vertue
             ,
             I
             will
             leaue
             thee
             for
             this
             time
             ,
             and
             rest
             alwaies
             ,
          
           
             
               Thine
               as
               mine
               ovvne
               ,
               R.P.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             his
             onelie
             and
             all
             beloued
             ,
             E.
             S.
             
          
           
             TRuelie
             sweet
             heart
             ,
             I
             am
             so
             out
             of
             order
             with
             my selfe
             ,
             with
             the
             extreamity
             of
             loue
             that
             I
             beare
             you
             ,
             that
             my
             hart
             is
             euen
             at
             my
             mouth
             ,
             to
             say
             sweet
             hart
             ,
             when
             I
             think
             on
             you
             :
             and
             if
             I
             but
             hear
             your
             name
             ,
             it
             makes
             me
             start
             as
             though
             I
             should
             see
             you
             ,
             and
             when
             I
             looke
             on
             my
             handkerchiffe
             that
             you
             wrought
             me
             ,
             I
             thank
             you
             ,
             with
             couentry
             blew
             :
             oh
             how
             I
             lift
             vp
             mine
             eies
             to
             heauen
             ,
             and
             saie
             to
             my selfe
             ,
             oh
             there
             is
             a
             wench
             in
             the
             world
             :
             well
             goe
             to
             ,
             but
             when
             ●
             see
             my
             iet
             ring
             that
             you
             sent
             me
             by
             your
             brother
             Will
             ,
             I
             doe
             so
             kisse
             it
             ,
             as
             if
             you
             were
             euen
             within
             it
             .
             Oh
             Nell
             ,
             t
             is
             not
             to
             be
             s●oken
             ,
             y
             e
             affection
             that
             I
             beare
             thee
             :
             why
             I
             fereted
             all
             night
             for
             the
             Rabbot
             I
             sent
             ●h●e
             ,
             and
             haue
             been
             in
             the
             wood
             all
             day
             ,
             to
             seek
             a
             fine
             birds
             nest
             for
             ●hee
             :
             my
             mother
             is
             m●king
             of
             a
             cheese-cake
             ,
             and
             she
             hath
             promis●d
             ●t
             me
             for
             thee
             ;
             well
             ,
             beleeue
             me
             ?
             loue
             thee
             ,
             and
             my
             〈◊〉
             shooes
             come
             home
             on
             Saterday
             ,
             ●le
             see
             thee
             on
             Sunda●e
             and
             we
             will
             drinke
             togeth●r
             that
             's
             once
             ,
             ●or
             indeede
             I
             to
             loue
             thee
             :
             Why
             my
             heart
             is
             neuer
             from
             thee
             ,
             for
             ouer
             and
             besides
             that
             .
             I
             think
             on
             thee
             al
             daie
             ,
             I
             ●oe
             so
             dream
             on
             thee
             al
             night
             ,
             that
             our
             folkes
             say
             in
             my
             sleep
             ,
             I
             call
             thee
             sweee
             hart
             ,
             &
             when
             I
             am
             awake
             and
             remember
             my
             dreame
             ,
             I
             sigh
             and
             say
             
             nothing
             ,
             but
             I
             would
             I
             wotte
             what
             ,
             but
             t
             is
             no
             matter
             ,
             it
             shall
             bee
             ▪
             and
             that
             sooner
             then
             some
             thinke
             :
             for
             though
             the
             old
             trust
             my
             father
             ,
             and
             olde
             ●ramme
             my
             mother
             will
             not
             come
             out
             with
             their
             Crownes
             ,
             I
             care
             not
             ,
             I
             am
             all
             theire
             Sonnes
             ,
             and
             therefore
             I
             shall
             haue
             all
             the
             Land●
             ,
             and
             therefore
             hauing
             a
             good
             Farme
             ,
             wee
             shal
             make
             shifte
             for
             mony
             :
             And
             therefore
             sweet
             hart
             ,
             for
             so
             I
             well
             dare
             call
             thee
             ,
             I
             pray
             thee
             bee
             of
             good
             cheere
             :
             wash
             thy
             face
             ,
             and
             put
             on
             the
             Glou●s
             that
             I
             gaue
             thee
             :
             for
             we
             are
             full
             askte
             next
             Sonday
             ,
             &
             the
             Sonday
             after
             you
             knowe
             what
             :
             for
             I
             haue
             your
             fathers
             good
             will
             ,
             and
             you
             haue
             my
             Mothers
             :
             and
             therefore
             :
             if
             Buckle
             and
             Thonge
             holde
             ,
             we
             will
             load
             our
             Packes
             together
             :
             I
             would
             haue
             said
             somewhat
             else
             to
             you
             ,
             but
             it
             was
             out
             of
             my
             heade
             ,
             and
             our
             Schoolmaister
             was
             so
             busie
             with
             his
             boyes
             ,
             that
             hee
             woulde
             scarce
             write
             thus
             much
             for
             mee
             .
             But
             farewell
             ,
             and
             remember
             Sonday
             .
          
           
             
               Thine
               ovvne
               ,
               from
               all
               the
               vvorlde
               .
               T.
               P.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             her
             hearte
             of
             Golde
             ,
             and
             best
             beloued
             .
          
           
             NOwne
             Loue
             ,
             and
             kinde
             soule
             ,
             I
             thank
             thee
             for
             thy
             sweete
             letter
             ,
             a
             thousand
             times
             ,
             I
             warrant
             thee
             it
             hath
             bene
             reade
             ,
             and
             reade
             ouer
             againe
             ,
             oftner
             then
             I
             haue
             fingers
             and
             toes
             :
             euery
             nighte
             ,
             I
             gette
             vp
             our
             man
             into
             my
             Chamber
             ,
             and
             there
             by
             my
             beddes
             side
             he
             sittes
             and
             reads
             it
             to
             mee
             :
             still
             ,
             still
             ,
             til
             I
             am
             almoste
             asl●epe
             ,
             but
             when
             hee
             reades
             ,
             so
             often
             sweet
             heart
             ,
             and
             I
             loue
             thee
             ,
             Oh
             saie
             I
             ,
             you
             doe
             lie
             ,
             and
             hee
             sweares
             no
             :
             and
             then
             I
             saye
             ,
             I
             thanke
             you
             T●●
             ,
             no
             loue
             loste
             :
             for
             I
             am
             no
             changeling
             :
             and
             when
             hee
             comes
             to
             dream
             and
             wake
             ,
             and
             wish
             ,
             I
             will
             not
             tell
             you
             what
             I
             thinke
             yet
             ,
             but
             one
             daye
             I
             will
             tell
             you
             more
             :
             in
             the
             meane
             time
             ,
             bee
             content
             ,
             and
             trust
             mee
             I
             haue
             a
             band
             in
             hand
             for
             thee
             ,
             that
             shall
             
             be
             done
             afore
             the
             time
             :
             and
             let
             our
             friendes
             doe
             theire
             willes
             ,
             we
             will
             not
             hang
             after
             theire
             humors
             :
             No
             ,
             I
             am
             thine
             ,
             and
             thou
             art
             mine
             ,
             and
             that
             not
             for
             a
             daie
             ,
             but
             for
             euer
             and
             euer
             :
             My
             mother
             hath
             stolne
             a
             whole
             peck
             of
             flower
             for
             a
             Bryde-Cake
             ,
             and
             our
             man
             hath
             sworne
             ,
             hee
             will
             steale
             mee
             a
             braue
             Rose-marie
             bush
             :
             I
             haue
             spoken
             for
             ●le
             ,
             that
             will
             make
             a
             Catte
             speake
             :
             and
             the
             Youth
             of
             our
             Parish
             haue
             sworne
             to
             bring
             the
             blind
             fidler
             :
             well
             bee
             of
             good
             cheere
             ,
             on
             Sondaye
             I
             will
             bee
             at
             Church
             ,
             and
             if
             there
             bee
             any
             dauncing
             ,
             I
             hope
             to
             haue
             about
             with
             you
             .
             And
             til
             then
             ,
             and
             the
             Sondaie
             after
             ,
             and
             euery
             daie
             after
             that
             ,
             God
             bee
             with
             you
             .
             Written
             by
             our
             man
             ,
             at
             my
             beddes
             side
             at
             midnighte
             ,
             when
             the
             folkes
             were
             all
             asleepe
             .
          
           
             
               Your
               true
               louing
               in
               heart
               ,
               till
               Death
               vs
               depart
               .
               E.
               S.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             angry
             letter
             ,
             by
             a
             young
             Louer
             in
             the
             Countrie
             ,
             to
             his
             Loue.
             M.
             N
             ,
          
           
             MArgerie
             ,
             the
             truth
             is
             ,
             you
             doe
             not
             vse
             me
             well
             :
             what
             doe
             I
             get
             by
             you
             to
             loose
             my
             daies
             worke
             ,
             and
             sit
             on
             a
             stile
             blowing
             my
             fingers
             in
             the
             colde
             ,
             in
             hope
             to
             meete
             you
             a
             milking
             ,
             and
             you
             send
             an
             other
             in
             your
             roome
             ,
             and
             goe
             to
             market
             an
             other
             waie
             :
             well
             ,
             if
             I
             bee
             not
             your
             sweete
             hearte
             ,
             much
             good
             doe
             you
             with
             your
             choice
             :
             I
             hope
             my
             fathers
             sonne
             is
             worthie
             of
             your
             mothers
             daughter
             ;
             Your
             Pricking
             in
             a
             cloute
             is
             not
             so
             good
             as
             a
             plough
             :
             and
             for
             your
             portion
             ,
             I
             can
             haue
             your
             betters
             :
             but
             t
             is
             no
             matter
             ,
             hee
             is
             curste
             in
             his
             Cradle
             ,
             that
             trustes
             anie
             of
             your
             wordes
             ,
             and
             therefore
             since
             t
             is
             as
             t
             is
             ,
             let
             it
             be
             as
             t
             wil
             :
             I
             will
             not
             put
             at
             my
             hearte
             ,
             that
             you
             hang
             at
             your
             heeles
             .
             Well
             to
             be
             short
             ,
             take
             it
             for
             a
             wa●●ing
             ,
             for
             I
             am
             angrie
             :
             if
             you
             serue
             mee
             sō
             againe
             ,
             you
             shall
             serue
             
             me
             so
             no
             more
             ,
             that
             is
             once
             :
             and
             therefore
             either
             bee
             ,
             as
             you
             shoulde
             bee
             ,
             or
             bée
             as
             you
             list
             ,
             for
             I
             will
             not
             disgeste
             more
             then
             I
             can
             ,
             that
             is
             the
             truth
             :
             other
             folke
             see
             it
             as
             well
             as
             I
             ,
             what
             a
             foole
             you
             make
             of
             mee
             ,
             but
             t
             is
             no
             matter
             ,
             I
             maye
             liue
             to
             be
             meete
             with
             you
             :
             but
             yet
             ,
             if
             you
             will
             giue
             ouer
             your
             gadding
             ,
             and
             bee
             rulde
             by
             your
             friendes
             counsaile
             ,
             I
             can
             bee
             contente
             to
             forget
             al
             that
             is
             past
             ,
             and
             to
             be
             as
             good
             friends
             as
             ere
             we
             were
             .
             And
             so
             hoping
             to
             heare
             better
             of
             you
             ,
             then
             some
             folkes
             thinke
             of
             you
             ,
             meaning
             to
             bee
             at
             your
             towne
             ,
             the
             next
             market
             daye
             ,
             if
             you
             will
             meet
             me
             at
             the
             Rose
             ,
             we
             will
             haue
             a
             Cake
             ,
             and
             a
             cup
             of
             Ale
             ,
             and
             maye
             happe
             bee
             merrie
             ere
             wee
             parte
             :
             and
             so
             farewell
             .
          
           
             
               Your
               Friend
               ,
               as
               you
               vse
               mee
               ▪
               B.
               D.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             BArnaby
             ,
             you
             are
             much
             too
             bl●me
             to
             fal
             out
             with
             your selfe
             ,
             for
             wante
             of
             better
             companie
             :
             If
             you
             bee
             angrie
             ,
             turne
             the
             buckle
             of
             youre
             girdle
             behinde
             you
             :
             for
             I
             knowe
             no
             Bodie
             is
             in
             loue
             with
             you
             .
             What
             's
             heere
             to
             doe
             with
             my
             Fathers
             horse
             and
             youre
             mothers
             mare
             ?
             Why
             ,
             I
             wonder
             what
             you
             ayle
             ,
             is
             the
             Moone
             in
             the
             Eclipse
             ,
             that
             you
             are
             so
             out
             of
             Temper
             ?
             Nowe
             truth
             ,
             t
             is
             pittie
             a
             foole
             cannot
             haue
             a
             little
             witte
             ,
             but
             hee
             will
             spende
             it
             all
             in
             a
             fewe
             wordes
             :
             Alas
             the
             daye
             ,
             it
             will
             bee
             nighte
             by
             and
             by
             ,
             and
             if
             you
             bee
             so
             peeuish
             to
             put
             pepper
             in
             the
             Nose
             ,
             if
             you
             canne
             s●●ese
             both
             waies
             ,
             you
             are
             in
             no
             danger
             of
             Death
             .
             Well
             ,
             to
             bee
             plaine
             ,
             care
             for
             your selfe
             if
             you
             will
             :
             for
             in
             truth
             ,
             I
             will
             take
             no
             charge
             of
             you
             :
             For
             if
             you
             will
             holde
             on
             your
             course
             ,
             you
             maie
             walke
             whither
             you
             will
             ,
             and
             no
             bodie
             looke
             after
             you
             :
             for
             my selfe
             ,
             I
             will
             forgette
             your
             Name
             ,
             and
             proper
             person
             ,
             I
             hope
             there
             is
             none
             so
             madde
             as
             to
             be
             in
             loue
             withall
             .
             In
             conclusion
             ,
             come
             not
             to
             mee
             till
             I
             sende
             for
             you
             ,
             nor
             look
             after
             mee
             ,
             till
             I
             bidde
             you
             ,
             I
             will
             drinke
             no
             Bottle
             ale
             
             with
             such
             a
             bottle
             nose
             ,
             nor
             desire
             to
             come
             to
             market
             to
             meete
             such
             a
             companion
             :
             and
             so
             glad
             to
             haue
             this
             occasion
             to
             try
             your
             patience
             ,
             the
             foreman
             of
             fooles
             be
             your
             woodcocke
             father
             ,
             and
             teach
             you
             better
             howe
             to
             vse
             your
             witte
             if
             you
             haue
             any
             :
             And
             so
             in
             as
             little
             loue
             as
             I
             can
             ,
             sauing
             my
             charitie
             :
             In
             hartie
             good
             will
             ,
             I
             leaue
             you
             as
             I
             found
             you
             :
             and
             so
             rest
             ,
          
           
             
               
                 Your
                 f●iend
                 as
                 you
                 see
                 ,
                 M.
                 A.
                 
              
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             her
             more
             friendly
             ,
             then
             beleeued
             faithfull
             ,
             M.
             
               Tho.
               Ievvell
            
             .
          
           
             A
             Bitter
             sweete
             is
             like
             a
             Phisicall
             potion
             ,
             if
             I
             be
             so
             to
             your
             thoughts
             ,
             I
             hope
             I
             shall
             purge
             your
             head
             of
             ill
             humours
             :
             and
             then
             faming
             fancie
             ,
             that
             would
             deceiue
             plaine
             simplicitie
             ,
             will
             abuse
             neither
             of
             vs
             :
             and
             if
             your
             flatterie
             were
             not
             grosse
             in
             my
             complexion
             ,
             I
             should
             haue
             no
             suspect
             of
             your
             condition
             :
             with
             how
             farre
             it
             is
             from
             your
             protested
             truth
             ,
             I
             leaue
             to
             the
             secret
             confession
             of
             your
             little
             affection
             :
             wordes
             followe
             thoughts
             at
             the
             heeles
             ,
             and
             thoughts
             keepe
             the
             head
             ▪
             not
             the
             heart
             :
             where
             the
             brains
             a
             little
             troubled
             ,
             it
             puts
             the
             wit
             much
             out
             of
             temper
             :
             and
             therefore
             wishing
             you
             to
             leaue
             honoure
             to
             the
             noble
             ,
             and
             seruice
             to
             the
             wealthy
             ,
             giue
             me
             leaue
             to
             like
             of
             equality
             ,
             and
             to
             settle
             my
             affection
             in
             discretion
             :
             which
             hating
             to
             disgrace
             the
             wel
             deseruing
             ,
             cannot
             but
             dayly
             fauour
             y
             ●
             faithful
             :
             distrust
             is
             a
             kind
             of
             iealousie
             :
             which
             if
             I
             could
             loue
             ,
             I
             should
             perhaps
             be
             acquainted
             with
             :
             but
             solitarinesse
             b●ing
             so
             sweete
             a
             life
             ,
             why
             should
             I
             seek
             my
             hurt
             in
             a
             worse
             course
             :
             yet
             am
             I
             not
             borne
             for
             my selfe
             ,
             and
             therefore
             will
             harken
             to
             reason
             ,
             and
             yet
             no
             further
             then
             to
             know
             the
             worth
             of
             a
             Iewei
             before
             I
             pay
             too
             deare
             for
             the
             wearing
             of
             it
             :
             and
             therefore
             let
             this
             suffice
             you
             ,
             that
             no
             heauen
             being
             in
             this
             wo●lde
             ,
             take
             heede
             of
             a
             ●ell
             of
             your
             owne
             makin●
             :
             and
             putting
             awaie
             the
             cloudes
             of
             idle
             humors
             ,
             looke
             into
             the
             height
             of
             that
             loue
             ,
             that
             by
             the
             direction
             of
             
             vertue
             ,
             may
             bring
             you
             to
             honour
             :
             to
             which
             ,
             if
             my
             helpe
             may
             auaile
             .
             I
             wil
             say
             Amen
             to
             such
             prayers
             ,
             as
             may
             bee
             made
             in
             a
             good
             mind
             :
             In
             which
             ,
             hoping
             you
             will
             labour
             to
             rest
             in
             ,
             I
             leaue
             you
             to
             your
             best
             rest
             :
             and
             so
             rest
             ,
          
           
             
               Your
               friend
               ,
               as
               farre
               as
               I
               may
               not
               be
               mine
               ovvne
               enemie
               .
               S.
               P.
               
            
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .