To the worthiest Lady M^rs. B. W.

I Think the letters which I send to you single lose themselves by the way for want of a guide, or faint for want of com∣pany. Now, that on your part there be no excuse, after three single letters, I send three together, that every one of them may have two witnesses of their delivery. They come also to waite upon another letter from S^r E. Herbert, of whose recovery from a Fever, you may apprehend a perfecter content∣ment then we, because you had none of the former sorrow. I am an Heretique if it be sound Doctrine, that pleasure tasts best after sorrow. For my part, I can love health well enough, though I be never sick; and I never needed my Mistris frowns and disfavours, to make her favours acceptable to me. In States, it is a weakness to stand upon a defensive war, and safer not to be invaded, then to have overcome: so in our souls health, an innocence is better then the Page  4 heartiest repentance. And in the pleasures of this life, it is better that the variety of the pleasures give us the taste and appetite to it, then a sowre and sad interruption quic∣ken our stomack; for then we live by Phy∣sick. I wish therefore all your happinesses such as this intire, and without flaw, or spot of discontentment; and such is the love and service of