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.