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and redresse the greif, the care, and if you can,
the love of
Your most affectionat sister,
Sweet Keats hart can take no change. She has all resentments due,* yet none of power to change her steady temper. She is hapy in spyt of fate.
* The word resentment in this place means feeling. Sec letter lix.
Septem. 2, 1672.
HOND. DEARE BROTHER,
KEAT has received yours with all dutifull (that is unexpressible) ioy; and kyndly flatters me into beleefe you'l receive her answer, as willingly by my pen as her owne; especially when I tell you, tis to spare her ill eyes, which fynd too much imployment by the dutyes of order, in present circumstances. Sr Anne Gifford lying a dying; wch brings an obligation of reeding many prayers for her, both living and dead. But poore Keat knowes not how ill a choyce she has made; for I, that could never yet speak what was fitt for my self, how is it possible I can doe it for her? But Ile trust your gooduis will keepe my councill, and make good by yr kynd faith, whats neither seen nor hard: be
leeving stedfastly she retornes all she shuld; and now methincks I have hitt itt, and defye any can say more for her. Therfor, be so obligingly kynd, as to aplye the same words to
Yr most affectionat sister,
For Mr Herbert Aston, these humbly present,
HON. DEARE BROTHER,
Tis a kynd providence guides yr pen, equally dispensing pleasure and profitt. Your letters feast me with delight, your sylence proves a wholsom fast; humbling me by discovery of my great selfe love. I used to flatter my selfe with beleeve, I had so much reason, as to receave full satisfaction in my dear sisters ioyes. But now I fynd self love is ravenous. Tis not a sweet bit you carve from her table, can satiat a starved stomake. I am not so erogant to lay clayme to desert, though as you see almost impudent in begging yr favour. Thus I have sow