Your constant kindnesse in weeklie writing to me makes me vppon anie fayle either feare your health, or blame the carrier, as I now doe not heareing from you the last weeke. I was att Bury with my sonn, and founde him (thankes be to God) verie well and noe signe of the pox in his face. My cosin Ann Deane is to marrie Sir Anthony Wingfeilde, a great fortune for her, if they be not to neere in bloode.2 and now my wiues and my true affection being remembred to you I commit you to the Lord, and rest Your assured louing brother