I have here enclosed sent you something written in haste upon the Kings coming to the enjoyment of his Throne, with a reflection upon the former sad and bad times; I have done them as well as I could, considering all things: If they are not so well as they should be, all I can do is to wish them better for your sakes. My Obedience to you and my Mother alwayes devoted. _Your Son_ G. A. From _Mary-Land_, Febr. 9. _Anno_ {100} _To my Cosen_ Mris. Ellinor Evins. E’ _re I forget the Zenith of your Love,_ L  _et me be banisht from the Thrones above;_ L  _ight let me never see, when I grow rude,_ I  _ntomb your Love in base Ingratitude:_ N  _or may I prosper, but the state_ O  _f gaping_ Tantalus _be my fate;_ R  _ather then I should thus preposterous grow,_ E  _arth would condemn me to her vaults below._ V  _ertuous and Noble, could my Genius raise_ I  _mmortal Anthems to your Vestal praise,_ N  _one should be more laborious than I,_ S  _aint-like to Canonize you to the Sky._ The Antimonial Cup (dear Cosen) you sent me, I had; and as soon as I received it, I went to work with the Infirmities and Diseases of my body. At the first draught, it made such havock among the several humors that had stolen into my body, that like a Conjurer in a room among a company of little Devils, they no sooner hear him begin to speak high words, but away they pack, and happy is he that can get out first, some up the Chimney, and the rest down stairs, till they are all disperst. So those malignant humors of my body, feeling the operative power, and medicinal virtue of this Cup, were so amazed at their sudden surprizal, (being alwayes before battered only by the weak assaults of some few Empyricks) they stood not long to dispute, but with joynt consent {101} made their retreat, some running through the sink of the Skullery, the rest climbing up my ribs, took my mouth for a Garret-window, and so leapt out. _Cosen_, For this great kindness of yours, in sending me this medicinal vertue, I return you my thanks: It came in a very good time, when I was dangerously sick, and by the assistance of God it hath perfectly recovered me. I have sent you here a few Furrs, they were all I could get at present, I humbly beg your acceptance of them, as a pledge of my love and thankfulness unto you; I subscribe, _Your loving Cosen_, G. A. From _Mary Land_, _Dec._ 9. _Anno_ _To My Brother_ P. A. BROTHER, I have made a shift to unloose my self from my Collar now as well as you, but I see at present either small pleasure or profit in it: What the futurality of my dayes will bring forth, I know not; For while I was linckt with the Chain of a restraining Servitude, I had all things cared for, and now I have all things to care for my self, which makes me almost to wish my self in for the other four years.