I am bold to mooue you concerning that heifer calfe which I mentioned formerly to you, that if it please your selfe to consider of the vallewe of it as it was then or might haue beene since and that you please to appointe it to be payd for my vse in corne either wheate or rye (if all you can spare bee not otherwise disposed of) and send me word of what you shall order herein I shall accordingly take order for your receiuinge of it by my Brother Hill in whose debt I am and for the payment of which debt I am put vppon it (at present) to request this at your worships hands. if your worship please to consider of me herein you shall doe me a great pleasure (as matters now stand) and I shall soe acknowledge it. and thus not havinge more at present I desire to tender my best respects to you and to mris. 115Winthrop leauinge you and yours vnder the comfortable shaddow of the wings of the Almighty Yours in all Christian service

Yours I receiued with 2 relations of Monstrous births and a generall earthquake.2 When I had read them; they seemed to me like Pharaohs dreames; but whoe can tell certainely wherefore God sent them; where is there such an other people then in N: E:? that labours might and maine to haue Christ formed in them, yet they would giue or appoynt him his shape, and cloath him too. it cannot be denyed but we haue conceiued many monstrous imaginations of Christ Jesus, the one imagination sayes loe here he is, the other sayes loe, there he is, multiplicitie of conceptions, but is there any one true shape of him; and if one of many produce a shape tis not the shape of the sonne of God man , but an vglie horridd Metamorphosis, neither is it a liuinge shape, but a dead one, yet a Crow thinkes her owne bird the fairest, and most preferre theire owne wisedome before Gods, Antichrist before Christ; to you I write with whome I may be bold; and is't a wonder the Earth should quake at this. O Earth, Earth, Earth, heare the voyce of the Lord, a still silent voyce, yet where it comes it maketh the mountaines to quake, and the hills to tremble.

The bookes you writt for, I haue not mett with them as yet, at the shopps where I haue bin; I could wish you some bookes, but one booke were enough, if you could come by it. its written within and without, its calld by many names, but it is not knowne by the names, but to those that have the nature thereof; to giue you the name and nature in a word, its The booke of life (et est elixir vitae), where you may read all within you and all without you; and him that is all in all; to whose protection I leaue you and rest Your frind in the best I may