“I have sent you here inclosedenclosed a
letter of thanks from the Sultana for your
Verses. You may think by the date that
it has laynlain long with me. On the contra-
ry, I had it only last day, or I wou’dwould have
sent by my friend Mr Gordon, who carried
over to you the Willy walys1; but the
truth is, that, by a Letter that I had from
Osman Haly, It was returned by mis-
take back again to Constantinople, &and
returned to me lately a second time.
The Writer, Friend, &and Osman, are just
now in Pisa drinking the Waters, not
thro’through any Necessity, but thro’through Wanten-
nessWantonness. Do you understand, that there
is no direction on the back, but is di-
rected within. I was desired to ad-
dress as needful, but, as the whole is
of her own writing, I dare not com-
mit adultery, &and join my ScrawllScrawl with
such sacred Writ. I even thought, it 2050 (2050)
wou’dwould be more agreeable to you, whose
business it is to preach against that Sin
of Adultery. Besides, you know I’m too
old now to be much troubled with the
thorn of the flesh. I shewedshowed Sandy
Blair this line. He was happy to see
it. He desires his best Wishes to you
&and yours. I have no news kind of news
to send you worth your Notice, only the
most shameful treaty of peace the Turks
have made, &and a fine Crop of Corn &and
mine through all this Country; I mean
France &and Flanders for Corn; &and that
my little Calach2 &and I hold out toughly,
thank God. We both join in Compli-
ments to You &and Lady. Be assured, that
I am, Comme il faut, that is to say,
truly,