to You, is under the sacred Secrecy of friendship
and that I tell only what men of honour and can-
dour told me, because You know, I live far from
Court, and cannot know any news of it, other,
whise, but by hearsay.
           I can imagine Your woeful leaving all
wath[?] is dear to Men of honour and fealing as
we are. You know, I am more than any
man on earth
                          Your
                                                  most devoted
                                                   Mauvillon.