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MAdam, my indisposition hathbin the cause of my silence, and I thought it better to say nothing, than to entertaine you with a trou∣blesome discourse: Besides, I was in a continu∣all expectation of the performance of your pro∣mise; and looked to have the honour, to see you here in May. But seeing you have made my hopes recoyle, and that you make your a∣bode
in Limousin for some longer time, be plea∣sed Madam, that I send—to bring me a true relation of the state of your health; and to tell me, if you use, as you ought, the shade of your woods, and the freshnesse of your foun∣taines: For my selfe, who make my harvest at the gathering of Roses and Violets; and who reckon the goodnesse of the yeare, by the abun∣dance of these delicate Flowers; Now is the season for my humour, and in one onely sub∣ject I finde cause enough, to scorne and slight both the perfumes of the sheet St. Honore, and the pictures of the faire St. Germain. Thus I make my selfe happie, at a very easie rate, and have not so much as a thought of any want. And indeed, to what purpose should I grieve for pleasures that are absent, and curiously hunt af∣ter all the defects of my Estate. If my com∣merce be onely with dumbe Creatures, at least I am not troubled with the importunitie of Courtiers, nor with the verses of a paltry Poet, nor with the Prose of Messieurs—: These are the inconveniences of Paris, which I count more troublesome, than either the dirt, or the justling of Coaches, and at the worst, if by living in the Desart, I should become a meere savage, yet I am sure to recover the garbe of the world, as soone as I shall but see Madam Destoges, and make my selfe neat and civill, with but one halfe houres conversing with her. This is my wish Madam, and passionately I am
Your, &c.
At Balzac, 20. June 1630.