V. To Oliver St. John, September 1, 1648.
Remember my love to my dear brother, H. Vane. I pray he make not too much, nor I too little, of outward dispensations:—God preserve us all, that we, in the simplicity of our spirits, may patiently attend upon them. Let us all be not careful what men will make of these actings. They, will they, nill they, shall fulfil the good pleasure of God; and we—shall serve our generations. Our rest we expect elsewhere: that will be durable. Care we not for to-morrow, nor for anything.
VI. To Col. R. Hammond, November 25, 1648.
My dear Friend, let us look into Providences; surely they mean somewhat. They hang so together: have been so constant, so clear, unclouded. Malice, swoln malice against God's people now called "Saints": to root out their name;—and yet they getting arms, and therein blessed with defence and more!
VII. To Mr. Speaker, September 4, 1650.
If there be any one that makes many poor to make a few rich, that suits not a Commonwealth.
VIII. To Lord Wharton, September 4, 1650.
I have known my folly do good, when affection[3] has overcome my reason.
IX. To the Little Parliament, 1653.