XV. A Letter to excuse silence, &c.
SIR,
VVHat to you I know not, but to me it seems long, since my pen presented my respects. 'Tis true, I wrote last, but this wil not excuse. Gratitude makes my addresses due; when you salute, your salutes are pure favours: still ob∣lige, never incurre obligation. If then I have been too remiss, I flie to the Asyle of your pardon; and to render me more capable of it, give me leave to add this qualif••cation: That not neglect, but fear to be troublesome, caused the intervall. Est modus in rebus — I would observe duty, I hate to be unseasonable: He that can light on the Mean, attains the accomplishment of Office; he that misses, may mean well, but is guilty of some defecti∣on towards an extream. But as that morall De∣corum is the beauty of humane life; so a precise niceness with friends, hath too much of scruple. Seemliness should not be transgrest, yet Friendship is not stern in her Laws. I may be bold with my self, and next with my friend. Whom endear∣ment makes mutuall, love intitles to a latitude of honest action. o Sir, that I bear the stile of your Friend, is the greatest adjunct the world can make me happy in; I desire no more splendor of honor,