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 Bastile, likely to be presently tortured; all his friends
 here commanded to their houses, and the Queens com-
 panies of light horse sent already thitherward, and
 foot companies preparing; which troops being sent against
 a place, so much concerning those of the Religion to
 keep, and where they abound in number and strength,
 cannot chuse but produce effects worthy your hearing
 in the next Letter.
 
 
 To Sir H. G.
 
 sir
 Because I am in a place and season where
 I see every thing bud forth, I must do
 so too, and vent some of my meditations
 to you; the rather because all other buds
 being yet without taste or virtue, my Let-
 ters may be like them. The pleasantnesse
 of the season displeases me. Every thing re-
 freshes, and I wither, and I grow older and
 not better, my strength diminishes, and
 my load growes, and being to passe more
 and more stormes, I finde that I have not
 only cast out all my ballast which nature
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