The Stonor letters and papers, 1290-1483; ed. for the Royal historical society, from the origial documents in the Public record office, by Charles Lethbridge Kingsford.

My Ryght reverent and worshipfull Neve, I an my wiff recommande us unto you with all our hertes. And I beseche almygthy God to have mercy on my lady your wiffes sowle, for verily she was a good woman and a well disposid: and I pray God send you no wersse thane she was. And more over, syr, I have receyvid your letter be my Cosen Ramsey, and also I understonde well the evedens the wiche my Cosen Ramsey browth me from you. And, syr, I shalle put me in my dever to do you a pleasur to my power. And as for C. marcs I shall purwey for you withinne shorte tyme, and if I hadde hadde it at home withyne me I shuld a sent it you be my Cosen Ramsey. But in good feyth I am feyne to make a shefte at London with my frendes ther for. And I shalle ley suerte be my obligacion in C. li. for C. marcs for your pleasur; the wiche C. marcs ye shall not fayle I truste to God to have at London the xxv or xxvi day of January. And at the Sworde in Flestrete ther ye shall here of a frende of myn, the wiche shall serve you of the said C. marcs be the love of God. And, syr, I pray you that it may be payd ayen be sevenyth or fortenyth after Esterne next comyng, in suche money as ys take, be it gold or in sylver; for I have wreten to my frende that he shall have as good ayen as he delyveryth. For I were lothe to displese hym, for he is so true and so speciall a frend to me &c. And more over, syr, for Goddes sake be ware now, for now ye may breke your howshold with your honour and worschep, now after the decesse of my good lady your wiff, and stabill your howsehold now saddely and wisely with a convenient feleshepp so as ye may kepe yow withynne yowr lyvelode; for a wise man will caste afore what falle aftirwarde. And be war of your moder hert, and take your fader hert, on whoys sowle I beseche almygthy God to have mersy. And of certen thynges I wold desire you and pray you in the name of God, that ye wolle not over wissh yow, ner owyr purches yow, ner owyr bild you; for these iij thynges wolle plucke a yongman ryth lowe. Ner medyll not with no gret materis in the lawe. For I truste to God to see you the worshipfullest of the Stoners that ever I sawe or shall se be my days.