Madam,
BUt that I know your goodnes is not mercina∣ry, and that you receive thanks, either with as much trouble as men ill news, or with as much wonder as Virgins unexpected Love, this letter should be full of them. A strange proud return you may think I make you (Madam) when I tell you, it is not from every body I would be thus obliged; and that if I thought you did me not these favours because you love me; I should not love you because you do me these favours. This is not language for one in Affliction, I confesse, and upon whom it may be at this present, a cloud is breaking; but finding not within my self I have deserv'd that storm; I will not make it greater by apprehending it.
After all, least (Madam) you should think I take your favours as Tribute; to my great grief, I here