And thus they strived to out-do one another in kindness; but some weeks being past, and he not at all speaking of his Countrey affairs, she put him in mind of them, telling him that it would be convenient for him to visit his house in the Countrey, and that if he pleas’d she would accompany him in the Countrey, and withal adding, that she hoped he would be as good as his word, and make her a considerable Joynture; he reply’d that she had so well pleas’d him, that he would make her a Joynture of all he had, she believing that it was as considerable as the Letter express’d, gave him many thanks; and thus he fed her with good words, but still delay’d his Journey, and put her off with some odd pretence or other, but she at last becoming importunate with him for her Joynture, he told her that he was so well skill’d in Law, that he would draw a Draught of it himself, and give it her to advise with her friends, she was now well enough content, only she still put him in mind of the Draught of the Joynture; he told her he was about it, and had almost finished it, and one day told her that now it was done, and that he also had occasion to take a Journey for three days, and in that time she might confer with her friends about the Draught he would leave her; she was very well content, and he taking money in his Pocket went his journey; when she taking the Paper he had left, and believing it to be the draught of her Joynture, went to some of her nearest Relations to confer with, and have their advice about it, but they opening the Paper, instead of the expected draught of a Joynture, they found these Lines: _Grave plodding Sirs, my Wife I’ve sent to you, That you’le advise her what she’d had best to do; She’s rich and so am I, beyond controul, For I have Lordships boundless as my soul; She’s vastly rich what need she covet more? Yet gaining me, she’s richer than before; I have no Lands, confest, but I have wit, Make her such Joynture as you please of it: I have good parts too, that she knows full well, And may confess, if not asham’d to tell; Both which she shall command nor will I be Unkind to her that was thus kind to me; What would she more? having enough of Pelf, Sh’ hath all she could have, since she hath my self: Dear-second-self, be not displeas’d, that I Have fram’d a Letter to gain thee thereby: Who would not rack his wits to spring a Myne So rich? all other’s poor compar’d to thine; Now here the Powers above henceforth decree, That none may work within that Mine but me._