'Using to drink my wine cool'd with snow and ice, as the manner here is, I was so afflicted with the angina and soare-throat, that it had almost cost me my life.
After all the remedies Cavalier Veslingius, cheife professor here, could apply, old Salvatico (that famous physician) being call'd made me be cupp'd and scarified in the back in foure places, which began to give me breath, and consequently life, for I was in ye utmost danger: but God being mercifull to me, I was after a fortnight abroad againe; when changing my lodging I went over against Pozzo Pinto, where I bought for winter provisions 3000 weight of excellent grapes, and pressed my owne wine, which proved incomparable liquor.' Its goodness, indeed, seems to have been the death of it.

'Oct.

31st.

Being my birth-day, the nuns of St.Catherine's sent me flowers of silk-work.

We were very studious all this winter till Christmas, when on twelfth day we invited all the English and Scotts in towne to feast, which sunk our excellent wine considerably.' In explanation of this passage, it needs to be said that he had soon again changed his lodging and gone to reside with three English friends 'neere St.Catherine's over against the monasterie of nunnes, where we hired the whole house and lived very nobly.