TWO LETTERS Sent from the Earle of Strafford, one to his Lady in Ireland a little before his death: And another to a certaine great LADIE.

[depiction of Thomas Wentworth, Earl of Strafford]

Printed in the yeare 1641.

A LETTER SENT FROM THE EARLE OF STRAFFORD TO HIS LADY into IRELAND a little before his death, May the 11. 1641.

YOu shall receive my dear wife, my last words, in these my last times; my love I send that you may keepe it when I am dead, and my counsell that you may remember it when I am no more: I would not with my will present you sorrowes (dear wife) let them go to the grave with me and be buried in the dust, and seeing it is not the will of God, that I shall see you any more, beare my distraction patiently, and with an heart like your selfe.

First, I send you all the thankes which my heart can conceive or my words ex­presse, for your many travells and cares [Page 2] for me, which though they have not ta­ken effect as you wished, yet my debt to you is no lesse; but pay it I never shall in this world.

Secondly, I beseech you for the love you bare me living, that you do not hide your self many daies, but by your travell seek to helpe the miserable fortune and the right of your poore children, your mourning cannot availe any thing that am but dust.

Thirdly, you shall understand that my lands were conveied (bona fide) unto my sonne, the writings were drawne at Midsummer was twelve month, as divers can witnesse: to what friend to direct you I know not, for all mine have left me in the true time of triall; most sorry am I that being thus surprised by death I can leave you no better estate; God hath prevented all my determinations, that great God that worketh all in all; & if you can live free from want, care forno more, for the rest is but vanity. Love God and begin betimes in him, so shall you find true everlasting comfort, when you have [Page 3] travelled and wearied your selfe with all sorts of worldly cogitations, you shall sit down with sorrow in the end: Teach your sonne also to feare and serve God whilst he is yong, that the feare of God may grow upon him; then will God be an husband to you, and a father to him, and a husband and a father that never can be taken away from you.

Balo oweth me 10000 pound, and Ari­an 100. pound, in Iernsey I have also much owing me.

Deare wife, I beseech you for my soules sake, pay all poore men when I am dead: no doubt you shall be much sought unto, for the world thinkes I was very rich. Have a care to faire pretence of men, for no greater misery can befall you in this life, then to be a prey unto the world, and after to be despised. I speake, God knowes, not to disswade you from ma­rying againe, for that will be the best for you, both in respect of God, and of the world. As for me, I am no more yours, nor you mine; death hath cut us asunder, [Page 4] and God hath divided me from the world and you from me. Remember my childe for his fathers sake, who loved you in his happiest estate. I sued for my life, but God knowes it was for you and yours that I desired it, for know it, my deare wife, your child is the son of a true man, who in his owne respect despiseth death.

I cannot write much, God knowes how hardly I steale time, when all are asleepe: And it is also time to separate my thoughts from the world. Beg my dead body, which living, was denied; and ei­ther lay it in Aleaune or Antley by my Father and mother. I can say no more, time and death calls me away. The ever­lasting God powerfull, infinite, inscru­table, God almighty, who is goodnesse it selfe, the true light and life, keepe you and yours, and have mercy upon me.

My deare wife farewell. Lord blesse my boy. Pray for me: and let my true God hold you both in his armes.

FINIS.

A Letter sent unto a certaine great Lady, and lately discovered by strange accident, May, 1641.

Madame:

ALthough there bee some discovery made knowne, yet what is intended is made secure; wherefore you must procure two thousand pound speedily; for no danger lets difficulty to com­passe it, if you keepe secret: Remember your oath, for we shall slay the Beast with many heads, and de­stroy the Devils brood before they dream or mistrust. Burne the Letter you have received, your reward shall be in Heaven.

FINIS.

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