A Letter to Cousin F. R.

D E ar Cousin, thine is safely come to Hand,
Whereby I may thy Welfare understand;
Which is right pleasant welcome News to me,
As the like Notice here of mine to thee:
For mutual Love, where it abides, doth joy
In Friends, as in their own, Felicity.
O may it ever have preheminence!
Then shall we not be apt to take Offence,
Nor wilfully offend; but in each Breast,
Where it prevails, believe and hope the best:
This still indulgeth Amity and Peace,
But causeth Animosities to cease;
Distance of Miles can never quench the same,
It lives a Warming, not Consuming Flame:
In which I re-salute thee, and remain
Thy constant Friend, not changed but in Name.
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