Henry VIII. to Anne Boleyn.
[ 1527 ]
Although, my mistress, it has not pleased you to remember the promise you made me when I was last with you—that is, to hear good news
from you, and to have an answer to my last letter; yet it seems to me that it belongs to a true servant (seeing that otherwise he can know
nothing) to inquire the health of his mistress, and to acquit myself of the duty of a true servant, I send you this letter, beseeching you
to apprise me of your welfare, which I pray to God may continue as long as I desire mine own. And to cause you yet oftener to remember me,
I send you by the bearer of this a buck, killed late last night by my own hand, hoping that when you eat of it you may think of the hunter;
and thus, for want of room, I must end my letter, written by the hand of your servant, who very often wishes for you instead of your brother.