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SIR,
I Have addressed my salutes before, but hear they miscarried. The labour to repeat them is not burthensom, yet lest their losse might bring you into susp••tion, that I was as silent as their miscarri∣age makes me seem, I add these to try better for∣tune;
in which, if more happy, they know their errand, to present me & my loves to your devoti∣on. If they stammer in the delivery, they best e••∣press my self, whose expression (surcharg'd by your deserts) must conceive more obligation, smother more affection, then I can utter. You can mend both by the clearnesse of a candid interpretation, till both are able to be more articulate and plain; None can better expound gratitude, then he who most merits it. Sir, I forget not the delights of your ingenious conversations, those sweet (but too short) moments of my contents. I remember your ready favors, your reall endearments, I re∣member all, and for all am thankfull. Will you have more? More then this you cannot, I am (what I am)
Very much yours. D.W.