I received (a fortnight ago) your Honours Letter, and the Books you sent; one to the University Library, one to the Vice Chancel∣lor, and another to my self. Mr. Vice-Chancel∣lor received your Book (as indeed he ought) with very much thankfulness, and sense of the great Civility you had done him, and commanded me to return his respects, and hearty Thanks, which he would have done himself, but that both he and his Family hath been fore visited with Sickness (for almost a whole year) so that he has not been (nor now is) in a condition to write. The like thanks, and (if possible) infinitely more, I must re∣turn in behalf of the University, and my self; being amazed at your goodness, and undeserved Kindness, that a person so Illustrious, and (for place and parts so) Eminent, should look upon so unconsiderable, and impertinent a thing in black, as I am, but that I know the Sun doth shine on Shrubs, as well as Cedars, and Princes many times cast their Favours upon persons infinitely below them; whence they can expect no return but gratitude; and when I fail to pay that Tribute (so justly due to your Honour) may I have your hate, which will be the greatest curse I am capable of. I have as yet only read one Story in your Book, and the Language, and In∣genuity of it, to me seems such, that I am perswa∣ded the famous Monsieur Scudeny would wish him∣self the Author of it. If I mistake not I think I told you in my last, that I had a Manuscript Book in my keeping (for it was never yet Printed) which the Author intitles thus — Womens Worth, or a Trea∣tise Page  71 proving by sundry reasons that Women excell Men. Many of my Sex will hardly believe it, yet I be∣lieve your Honour may prove the best Argument in the World to convince them of their infidelity. I humbly beg pardon for this rude and impertinent Scrible. That God Almighty would be pleased to bless you and all yours, is, and shall be, the constant Prayer, of