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In answer by C. B. to IS. VV.

Your lamentable letter red,
and finding by the same:
That you my skillesse counsel craue,
to bring you to some frame:
Suche as it is, I redy preste,
Both am, and wyll, to doo my best.
And where as thou in sorow soust
doest pyne thy selfe away:
I wysh thee for to conquer care,
least she bring thy decay:
Those fretting fyts, that thou art in,
Offends the Lord, augmenteth sin.
The heauy hart: and mind opprest,
he neuer doth reiect:
And at what hower we lament,
he doth vs styll respect.


Yet that for sin thou shuldst thee kyll,
Wold both thy soule and body spyll.
But tis not altogether sinne,
that makes you sorow this:
It is because that Fortune she,
doth frowne on you iwis:
Wherfor if you my counsell lyke,
Turne of your teares, and cease to syke.
Impart thy woes, and geue to mee,
the greatest of the same:
Pluck strength thee to: and cherish thee,
to modest mirth now frame:
Then friends and you may worke so well,
That Fortune shal your foes expell.
Yf euell words and other wants,
haue brought thee to this woe:
Remember how that Christ him selfe,
on earth was euen so:
Thy Friends ye haue thee knowne of long,
Wil not regard thy enemies tong.
The vertue that hath euer beene,
within thy tender brest:
Which I from yeare to yeare, haue seene,
in all thy deedes exprest:
Doth me perswade thy enemies lye,
And in that quarell would I dye.


That wisedome which yu doest posses,
is rare for to be founde:
Thy courtesse to euery one,
so greatly doth abound.
That those which throwly thee do know,
Wil thee defend from any foe.
Wherfore as earst I write to thee,
pluck vp that hart of thine:
And make accompt for friendship, or
for seruice: els of mine.
I wyl nat fayle for friend or foe,
Thy vertues they doo bind me so.
Thus wishing God to be your guide,
and graunt you Nestors lyfe:
With health and haps, so good as earst,
had any mayde or wyfe.
I end and rest in what he may,
Your friend vnto my dyeing day.
By mee C. B.