Madam,
I Thank Heaven we live in an Age in which the Widdows wear Coulers, and in a Country where the Women that lose their Husbands may be trusted with poison, knives, and all the burn∣ing coals in Europe, notwithstanding the president of Sophonisba and Portia: Considering the estate you are in now, I should reasonably imagine meaner Physitians then Seneca or Cicero might ad∣minister comfort. It is so far from me to imagine this accident should surprize you, that in my opi∣nion it should not make you wonder; it being not strange at all that a man who hath lived ill all his time in a house, should break a Window, or steal away in the night through an unusual Po∣stern: you are now free, and what matter is it to a Prisoner whether the fetters be taken off the ordinary way or not? If insteed of putting off handsomly the chain of Matrimony, he hath rude∣ly broke it, 'tis at his owne charge, nor should it cost you a tear; Nothing (Madam) has worse Mine