To my owne good wyff
att chatsworth delyvar thys,
and
my happe ys evyll my tyme worse spentte for that my
rewarde as yett ys nothyng more then fayre wordes wyth
the lyke promysys take all in good parte/ and yff I schowlde
vnderstande the conterarye yt wolde troble me more then
my pen schall expresse/ I have leave to cvm and wayte
apon the I and my brother clement wyth towe or thre
good felloes more had beyn wyth the by thys daye yff
ytt hadde nott beyn for owre checkar mattar the whyche
I wyll nott leave over rawlye I wyll forbeare
the anseryng off all partycvlarytes in thy last lettar
wryten vnto me for that god wyllyng I wyll thys
nextt weke be the messyngar my seyllff/ maestar man
kame home the nyghtt before the date hereoff he
pvttyth me in great hope off the mattar yow wote off
thvs trvstyng that god provydeth for vs althyngs for the
beste I ende commyttyng the and all thyne whyche
ar myen vnto hys blessyd wyll and ordenans/ farewell
my owne swete besse from maestar mans howse
in redcrosse strete the xijth off octobar/
by hym who dareth not so
nere hys commyng home to
terme the as thow artt
yett thyen/
Wyllyam Seyntlo/
my cosyn clarcke salvteth the who
was by me at the wrytyng hereoff/