My Dearest,
I have not leisure to write much, but I could chide thee that
in many of thy letters thou writest to me, that I should not
be unmindful of thee and thy little ones. Truly, if I love thee
not too well, I think I err not on the other hand much. Thou
art dearer to me than any creature; let that suffice.
The Lord hath showed us an exceeding mercy: who can tell how
great it is. My weak faith hath been upheld. I have been in
my inward man marvellously supported; though I assure thee,
I grow an old man, and feel infirmities of age marvellously
stealing upon me. Would my corruptions did as fast decrease.
Pray on my behalf in the latter respect. Pickering will impart
to thee. My love to all dear friends.
I rest thine,
Love
Kambiz |
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