So much (Dear) was I ever yours, fince I had firft the Honour to know you, and confequently fo little my self fince I had the Unhappiness to part with you, that you your felf, Dear, without what I wou'd fay, cannot but have been fo just as to have imagin'd the Welcome of your own Letters; though indeed they have but removed me from one Rack, to fet me on another; from Fears and Doubts I had about me of your Welfare, to an Unquietness within my felf, 'till I have deferv'd this Intelligence. How pleasingly troublesome Thought and Remem brance have been to me fince I left you, I am no more able now to exprefs, than another to have them so. You only cou'd make every Place you came in worth the thinking of, and I do think thofe Places worthy my Thought only, because you made them fo. But I am to leave them, and I fhall do't the willinger, because the Gamefter ftill is fo much in me, as that I love not to be told too often of my Loffes: Yet every Place will be alike, fince every good Object will do the fame. Variety of Beauty and of Faces (quick Underminers of Conftancy to others) to me will be but Pillars to fupport it, fince when they please me moft, I most shall think of you. In fpite of all Philofophy, it will be hottest in my Climate, when my Sun is fartheft off; and in fpite of all Reafon, I proclaim, that I am not my felf but when I Tours wholly. am 'Hough Defire in those that love be still like too much fail in a Storm, and Man cannot fo eafily ftrike, or take all in when he pleafes: Yet (deareft Princess) be it never fo hard, when you fhall think it dangerous, I hall not make it difficult, though Well, Love is Love, and Air is Air; and (though you are a Miracle your felf) yet do not I believe that you can work any; without it I am confident you can never make these two, thus different in themselves, one and the felf-fame thing; when you fhall, it will be fome fmall Furtherance towards it, that you have lon Tour bumble Servant, J. S. Who fo truly loves the fair: Aglaura, that he will ne ver know Defire, at leaft not entertain it, that brings not Letters of Recommendation from: her, or first a fair Pafport. My Dear Dear, Tnow not 4 Hink I have kifs'd your Letter to nothing, and now know not what to answer. Or that, now I am anfwering, I am killing you to nothing, and know not how to go on! For you must pardon, I muft hate all I fend you here, because it expreffes nothing in respect of what it leaves behind with me. And oh! why fhou'd I write then? Why fhou'd I not come my felf? Those Tyrants, Bufinefs, Honour, and Neceffity, what have they to do with you and I? Why fhou'd we not do Love's Commands, before theirs whofe Soveraignty is but ufurped upon us? Shall we not fmell to Rofes, 'caufe others do look on? Or gather them, 'caufe there are Prickles, and fomething that would hinder us? Dear I fain wou'd and know no hindrance-but what must come from you and why fhou'd any come? fince 'tis not I, but you must be fenfible how much time we lofe, it being long fince I was not my felf, but Tours: Dear Dear Princefs, Finding the Date of your Letter fo young, and having an Affurance from who at the fame time heard from Mr. that all our Letters have been delivered at B I cannot but imagine fome ill Miftake, and that you have not received any at all. Faith I have none in WelchMan; and though Fear and Sufpicion look often fo far that they oversee the Right, yet when Love holds the Candle, they feldom do mistake fo much. My dearest Princefs, I fhall long, next hearing you are well, to hear that they are fafe: For though I can never be afhamed to be found an Idolater to fuch a Shrine as yours, yet fince the World is full of prophane Eyes, the best way, fure, is to keep all Myfteries from them, and to let Privacy be (what indeed it is) the best part of Devoti on. So thinks, My D. D. P. Tour bumble Servant. SINC INCE the inferior Orbs move but by the first, without all queftion Defires and Hopes in me are to be govern'd still by you, as they by it. What mean these Fears then, Dear Princess? Though Planets wander, yet is the Sphere that carries them the fame ftill; and though Wishes in me may be extravagant, yet he in whom they make their Motion is, you know my dear Princess, Tours, and wholly to be difpos'd of by you. And 'till we hear from you, though (according to the Form of a concluding Letter) we fhou'd now reft, we cannot. Dear Dear Princess, an what then now to excufe it by a Letter? That which we wou'd alledge to leffen it, with you perchance has added to the Guilt already, which is our fudden leaving you. Abruptnefs is an Eloquence in parting, when spinning out of time, is but the weaving of new Sorrow. And thus we thought, yet not being able to diftinguish of our own Acts, the Fear we may have finn'd farther than we think of, has made us fend to you, to know whether it be mortal or not. For the Two Excellent Sifters. Tthat you may read any thing, yet fince the Stories Hough I conceive you, Ladies, fo much at Leifure of the Town are meerly amorous, and found nothing but Love, I cannot, without betraying my own Judgment, make them News for Wales. Nor can it be less improper to tranfport them to you, than for the King to fend Lord of C. over Ambaflador this Winter into Green my land. It wou'd want Faith in fo cold a Country as Anglefey, to say that your Coufin Dutchess, for the quenching of fome foolish Flames about her, has endured quietly the Lofs of much of the King's Favour, of many of her Houses, and of most of her Friends.. Whether the Disfigurement that Travel or Sicknefs has beftow'd upon B. W. be thought fo great by the Lady of the Ifle, as 'tis by others, and whether the Alteration of his Face has bred a Change in her Mindit never troubles you Ladies. What old Loves are decay'd, or what new ones are fprung up in their room; whether this Lady be too difcreet, or that Cavalier not fecret enough; are things that concern the Inhabitants of Anglesey not at all. A fair Day is better welcome and more News, than all that can be faid in this kind. And for all that I know now, the Divel's Chimney is on fire, or his Pot feething over, and all North-Wales not able to ftay the Fury of it. Perchance while I write this, a great black Cloud is filing from Mistress Thomaffes bleak Mountains over to Baron-Hill, there to difgorge it felf with what the Sea or worse Pla ces fed it with before. It may be the honeft Banks about you turn Bankrupt too, and break; and the Sea like an angry Creditor seifes upon all, and hath no Pity, because he has been put off fo long from time to time. For variety (and it is not impoffible) fome boiftrous Wind flings up the Hangings; and thinking to do as much to your Cloaths, finds a Refiftance, and fo departs,, but first breaks all the Windows about the Houfe for it in Revenge. These Things now we that live in London cannot help, and they are as great News to Men that fit in Boxes at Black-Fryars, as the Affairs of Love to Flannel-Weavers. For my own part, I think I have made a great Complement, when I have wifht my felf with you, and more than I dare make good in Winter, and yet there is none wou'd venture farther for fuch a Happiness than Tour bumble Servant. The Wine-Drinkers to the WaterDrinkers, Greeting. Whereas by your Ambaffador two Days fince fent unto us, we understand that you have lately had a Plot to furprize (or to speak more properly) to take the Waters; and in it have not only a little mifcarry'd, but alfo met with fuch Difficulties, that unless you be speedily reliev'd, you are like to fuffer in the Adventures H We |