But, alas! I had fixed my studies in a wrong place. London and I
could never agree for health; my lungs, as I suppose, were too
tender to bear the sulphurous air of that city, so that I soon began
to droop; and in less than two months' time I was fain to leave both
my studies and the city, and return into the country to preserve
life; and much ado I had to get thither.
I chose to go down to Wycombe, and to John Rance's house there; both
as he was a physician, and his wife an honest, hearty, discreet, and
grave matron, whom I had a very good esteem of, and who I knew had a
good regard for me.
There I lay ill a considerable time, and to that degree of weakness
that scarce any who saw me expected my life. But the Lord was both
gracious to me in my illness, and was pleased to raise me up again,
that I might serve him in my generation.
As soon as I had recovered so much strength as to be fit to travel,
I obtained of my father (who was then at his house in Crowell, to
dispose of some things he had there, and who in my illness had come
to see me) so much money as would clear all charges in the house,
for both physic, food, and attendance; and having fully discharged
all, I took leave of my friends in that family and in the town, and
returned to my studies at London.
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