Good Brother Brooke, I often look, to hear of your return: But none can tell, if you be well, nor where you do sojourn: Which makes me fear, that I shall hear your health appairéd* is: impaired And oft I dread, that you are dead, or something goeth amiss. Yet when I think, you cannot shrink, 10 but must with Master be: I have good hope, when you have scope, you will repair to me. And so the fear, and deep despair, that I of you then had I drive away: and wish that day wherein we may be glad. Glad for to see, but else for me: will be no joy at all: For on my side, no luck will bide, 20 nor happy chance befall. As you shall know, for I will show, you more when we do speak, Than will I write, or yet recite, within this Paper weak. And so I end, and you commend, to him that guides the skies: Who grant you health, and send you wealth, no less than shall suffice.

The which to get some pain I took, and travailed* many hours. labored I must request you spoil them not, nor do in pieces tear them: But if thyself do loathe the scent, give others leave to wear them

licentious,

Our ears we must not ever ope,* open to each man's accusation: Nor without trial, trust too much, to anyone's persuasio

Care not how many things thou hast but have a great regard: That they be good, for quantity, doth merit no reward

Marching among the woods of fine delight Where as the Laurel2 branch doth bring increase Seld,* of Ladies fresh, a solemn sight: seldom I viewed, whose walks betokened all their ease: And how in friendly wise, it did them please: While some did twist the Silk of lively hue Some others slipped the Branch for praises due

if that thy complexion, with them do not agree: Refer them to some friend of thine,

crime. I straight were weary of those Books, and many other mor[e,] As VIRGIL,OVID1, MANTUAN* from Italy which many wonders [bor]e. And to refresh my mazéd [mu]se, and cheer my bruiséd brain

This harvest time, I harvestless, and serviceless also: And subject unto sickness, that abroad I could not go.