Ien haste been farre too busyee these past dayes, mien minde haste been racing fastere than thee fineste steed ande I have beene unable to reste these dayes with my sleepe arrivinge not before thee fourth hour on thee fyne morning.
Mine solice is in mien writing atte this time, only when mein minde ist drained or when I exercise greatly do I fynde sleepe cometh.
Inne thee tyme untill I reste I may write upon an gadget of greate powere, or maynste my minde worke wyth ease myne writings may covere thee lyfe of ein great celebritee.
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