As for me, my Ague now came to a settled course; that is, once in three days, and so continued for Sixteen Months time.
[His excessive sorrow.] There appearing now to us no probability, whereupon to build any hopes of Liberty, the sence of it struck my Father into such an Agony and strong Passion of Grief, that once I well remember in Nine days time nothing came into his mouth, but cold water; neither did he in three Months together ever rise up out of his Bed, but when the course of Nature required it: always groaning and sighing in a most piteous manner: which for me to hear and see come from my dear Father, my self also in the same Condition, did almost break my heart.

But then I felt that Doctrine most true, which I had read out of Mr.Roger's Book, That God is most sweet, when the world is most bitter.
In this manner my Father lay until the Ninth of February 1660/61.

By which time he was consumed to an Anatomy, having nothing left but Skin to cover his Bones; yet he often would say, That the very sound of Liberty would so revive him, that it would put strength into his Limbs.

But it was not the will of him, to whom we say, Thy will be done, to have it so.
[His Discourse and charge to his Son before his Death.] The evening before his Death, he called me to come near his Bed side, and to sit down by him, at which time also I had a strong Feavor upon me.

This done, he told me, That he sensibly felt his life departing from him, and was assured that this Night God would deliver him out of this Captivity, and that he never thought in all his Lifetime that Death could be so easie and welcom to any Man, as God had made it to be to him, and the joyes he now felt in himself he wanted utterance to express to me.