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To Mounsieur de Silhon. LETTER XVI.
SIR, I have word sent mee from Paris, that you make complaints against me: but be∣ing well assured, you have no just cause, I ima∣gine, it is not done in earnest, but that you take pleasure to give mee a false Alarum. Yet I must confesse, this cooling word, I heare spo∣ken, puts me to no little paine: for though it make me not doubt of the firmenesse of your affection, yet it makes me challenge the malice of my Fortune. I have beeue for some time so unfortunate in friendshippe; that it seemes there needes nothing but pretences to ridde me of them; the sweetest natures grow soure and bitter against mee; and if this sit hold, I shall have much adoe to keepe my owne brother of my side. I would like as well, to be a keeper of the Lyons, as of such harsh friends; for though I were more faithfull than Pylades and Aca∣tes put together; yet they would finde matter of discontentment; and my fidelitie should be called dissimulation. I cannot beleeve that you are of this number; but if you be, it is time for me to go hide my self in the desarts of Thebai•…•…, and never seeke conversation with men any more. It is my griefe and indignation that write these last words; for my patience is mo∣ved with the consideration of the wrong