I blush to thinke howe much I have neclected the opertunytye of presenting my loue to you. sad thougts posses my sperits, and I cannot repulce them which makes me vnfit for any thinge wondringe what the lord meanes by all these troubles amounge us. shure I am that all shall worke to the best, to them that loue god, or rather are loued of hime. I know he will bring light out of obcuritye, and make his rituusnesse shine forth as clere as the noune daye. yet I finde in my selfe an aferce spiret, and a tremblinge hart, not so wilinge to submit to the will of god as i desyre. thear is a time to plant and a time to pul vp that which is planted, which I could desyre mite not be yet. but the lord knoweth what is best, and his wilbe done, but i will write no more, hopeinge to see thee to morro my best affections beinge commended to your selfe, the rest of our frends at Nuetone, I commit thee to god, Your louinge wife