Friday the 25. June, 1613.
Sir,
I Told you in my last, that I would take the commencement at Cam∣bridge in my way towards you, where
Letters of Sir Henry Wotton to Sir Edmund Bacon
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- Letters of Sir Henry Wotton to Sir Edmund Bacon
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- Wotton, Henry, Sir, 1568-1639.
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- 1661.
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I shall be God willing to morrow seven-night. This I now repeat, to save the telling of it again by the next Carrier, fore-seeing that I shall then be impatient of so much delay as a line of mine own effusion, which even now doth torture me, while I contemplate some of those green Banks (that you mention) where when I have you by me (to express my contentment in the Italian phrase) Non scrivero al Papa fratello. The Ambassador of Savoy departed yesterday, making much haste home∣wards, or at least much shew of it; where he is likely to come timely enough to the warming of his hands at that fire which his Master hath kindled; whose nature in truth doth participate much of the flint, as well as his state. But is not all this out of my way? Sir, Believe it, my spirits do boyl, and I can hold my Pen no longer then till I have wish∣ed all Gods blessings to be with you,
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and with that best Neece of the World.
Your poor Uncle, and faithful Servant, HENRY WOTTON.
Albertus was yesterday with me at the Court. And though there be great disproportion in the space, yet I dare conclude, that as much strength as did carry him to Green∣wich, will bear him to Redgrave.