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Ah my dearly Beloved, methinks it delights me to tell the story of your love, how much more of the love of God towards me. I have not forgotten, O my dearly Beloved, I have not forgotten your tender love in all my distresses. I remember your kindness to me in my Bonds, when once and again I was delivered up to a Prison for your sakes. I remember with much delight, how you refreshed and comforted me in my Tribulations, how open your hearts were, and your hands were not straitened neither, for I was in want of nothing I may not, I must not forget what painful Journeys you took to visit me, when in places remote the hand of the Lord had touched me, and though my long sickness almost incredible expensive to me, yet your Supplies did not a little lighten my Burden.

Ah my dearly Beloved, methinks it delights me to tell the story of your love, how much more of the love of God towards me. I have not forgotten, O my dearly Beloved, I have not forgotten your tender love in all my distresses. I remember your kindness to me in my Bonds, when once and again I was delivered up to a Prison for your sakes. I remember with much delight, how you refreshed and comforted me in my Tribulations, how open your hearts were, and your hands were not straightned neither, for I was in want of nothing I may not, I must not forget what painful Journies you took to visit me, when in places remote the hand of the Lord had touched me, and though my long sickness almost incredible expensive to me, yet your Supplies did not a little lighten my Burthen.

And though I put it last, yet I do not mind it least, that you have been so ready in returning Praises to God in my behalf, your thanksgiving to God, my dear Brethren, do administer abundant cause to me of my giving thanks unto you.

And now my heart methinks is big to tell you a little of my love to you surely you are dear unto me; but though it be sweet to tell the story of love, yet in this I will restrain my self For I fear least as the wise man saith of the beginning of strife, so I should find of the beginning of love, that it is like the letting forth of the Water; and the rather I do forbear, because I hope you have better Testimonies than Words, to bear witness here unto you.