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¶ The seconde booke (Book 2)
IT is to me good vncle, no litle com∣fort•• that as I came in here, I heard of your folke, that you haue hadde since my last being here (GOD be thanked) metely good rest, and your stomake somwhat more come to you. For verely, albeit I had heard before that in respect of ye great grief that for a moneth space had holdē you, you were a litle before my last cūming to you, somewhat eased and releued, for els woulde not I for no good, haue put you to the paine to talke so much as you than dyd: yet after my departyng from you, remembring howe longe we taryed together, and that we were all that while in talkinge, al the la∣bour was yours, in talking so longe together without enterpausing betwene, and that of matter studiouse & displeasante, al of disease and sicknes, and other paine and tribulacion: I was in good fayth very sorye, and not a litle wrothe wyth my selfe for myne owne ouer∣sight, that I had so lytle considered your payne, and very feared I was, till I heard other word, leste you should haue wexed weaker, and more sicke hereafter. But nowe I thanke god, that hath sent the cōtrarye, for els a lytle casting backe, were in this great age of yours, no lytle daunger and perell.
Naye nay good Cosin, to talke much (except some other payne let me) is to me litle grief. A fonde olde mā, is as often full of wordes as a woman. It is, you wote wel, as some Poetes paynt vs, al ye lust of an old fooles lyfe, to sit wel & warme wt a cuppe & a rosted