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 To my worthy friend F. H.
 
 Sir,
 I can scarce doe any more this week then
 send you word why I writ not last. I had
 then seposed a few daies for my preparation
 to the Communion of our B. Saviours bo-
 dy; and in that solitarinesse and arraign-
 ment of my self, digested some meditations
 of mine, and apparelled them (as I use) in
 the form of a Sermon: for since I have not
 yet utterly delivered my self from this in-
 temperance of scribling (though I thank
 God my accsses are lesse and lesse vehe-
 ment) I make account that to spend all
 my little stock of knowledge upon matter
 of delight, were the same error, as to spend
 a fortune upon Masks and Banqueting
 houses: I chose rather to build in this poor
 fashion, some Spittles, and Hospitals, where
 the poor and impotent sinner may finde
 some relief, or at least understanding of his
 infirmity. And if they be too weak to serve
 posterity, yet for the present by contempla-
 tion of them, &c.
 
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