Good Cosin myne, I hope in helth and safety you abyde. And sore I long, to here if yet you are to wedlock tyde. Yf so you be, God graunt that well both you and she it spend: If not when s'ere it haps, I wish that God much joy you send. And when you to the Cuntry come or thither chaunce to send: Let me you see, or have some scroll, that shall of you be pend. And this accompt as nature binds and meryts yours deserve: I Cosin am, and faithfull Friend, not minding once to swerve. So wishing you as happy health, as ever man possesst: I end, and you commyt to him that evermore is blest. @3Your poore Kinsewoman, Is. W.@1 |