I cry aloud, but it profits me little.

Matters will soon be disposed, through our negligence, exactly as the Devil would best wish them.

It is plain that we are left here to pine away till our last breath.

God direct us all as He may see fit; in His hands are all things." Four days later he wrote to the King, stating that he was confined to his chamber with a fever, by which he was already as much reduced as if he had been ill for a month.

"I assure your Majesty," said he "that the work here is enough to destroy any constitution and any life." He reminded Philip how often he had been warned by him as to the insidious practices of the French.