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Cicero the sonne, to his sweetest Tiro. Epist. 21.
AFter a tedious and daily expecta∣tion for sixe whole weekes to∣geather after my depa••ture from you, your welcome mes••engers came with letters. The Epistle of my most sweet, and deare Father, gaue me wondrous contentment; and your owne letter ouerioy'd me. Whereupon I repent no longer my silence, but am glad there∣of. In that it brought mee wondrous encrease of the fruite of your humani∣tie: Whereby you haue made good my excuses. I am sure my sweet Tiro, that the good reports, which according to your desire, were spread of me, did highly please you. And I will employ all my endeauour, that this growing o∣pinion of me, may euery day bee more established. Therfore you may secure∣ly promise of me, heereafter, a more re∣formed life, then that which is past, hath at any time beene. Wherein, if I was drawen from the tru•• waie, I greeue much more then I make shew of. Of which greefe I know you haue beene partaker, in that you take part also in my prosperities, wherein I euer desired to haue a companion. I will therefore restore with double ioy, the affliction