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Mr. BVSHELL,
YOur owne eyes see how neare I am to the dwelling of death, by my gray hayres which are the true Records of fourescore and foure∣teene yeares of age, next my limbs which have no more strength, then those that are lap't in the Sepul∣chre of their winding-sheet, only my intellectuall parts are yet preserved, to ascribe God the glory, and
to disclose the secrets of two rich Mines, the one hol∣ding some quantity of Gold, worth the Extracting, the other in Silver worth the Refining; to your trust and fidelity, with a confidence that your charity cannot conceive me guilty, of betraying your judge∣ment with an imaginary treasure, when my soule and body are so neare the approach of death, as I must suddainly give an account in the other world, besides I have taken upon me, the calling of a spirituall pro∣fession, And have this day, received the Sacrament, as a pledge of my redemption, which I trust are sufficient motives, to beleeve truth from a dying mans tongue, who hath no other end, then that the hopefullnes of such riches, may not be buried by my dissolution, but that the honour and profit thereof might redownd to his Majesty, and his Royall po∣sterity, as a living and loyall remembrance of his Princely favours to me and mine.
And thereupon he did enjoyn me upon the integri∣ty of my allegiance, to consecrate the first fruits of my labours therein, as his discovery and service to your sacred selfe: and thus having made a true rela∣tion of his discourse to me, I leave it to your Majesties wisdome to approve or dislike.
Your MAIESTIES most humble Servant THOMAS BVSHELL