The Love Letters of Henry VIII to Anne Boleyn; With Notes

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.

H. R

make an end of my letter, my own sweet heart.
Written with the hand of him which desireth as much to be yours as you do to have him.

Keep him not too long with you, but desire him, for your sake, to make the more speed;