Another to her: LETTER XLI.
MAdam, my eyes are yet dazeled, with the brightnesse of your Cabinet, and I vow unto you, the Night was never so fayre, nor so delicately trimmed up, as lately at your House.
Not when the Moone accomplishing her way Vpon her silver wayne, beset with starres, Within the gloomy world, presents the day.
I have shewed our Ladies the Description of this 〈◊〉〈◊〉 state∣ly Night, and of the rest of your magnificence, which if it were in a severer Common-wealth than ours, would be called a Profusive Wast; they admire you in your house, as well as in your Verses; and agree with mee in this, that wisdome hath a hand in every thing; and that, after she hath discoursed of Princes, and matters of State; she descends to take care of her Hosts, and lookes what is done in the Kitchin. But from a vertue of their own, they al∣wayes come to that of yours, asking me continually for Newes of your entertainment, and for Copies of your Letters: and by this meanes, the happinesse which I have from you, is instantly made common to all the neighbourhood; and yet stayes not there nei∣ther, but spreads it selfe both farre and neere, so that when you thinke, you write but to one particular man, you write indeed to a whole Province. This is not to write Letters, but rather to set forth Declarations and Edicts; I know Madam, you were able to acquit your selfe perfectly, in so noble an Imployment; comple∣ments are below the dignitie of your style; and if King Elisabett, should come againe into the world (you know of whom this is spo∣ken) no question but he would make you his chiefe Secretary of State. Monsieur de — extolls you yet in a higher strayne, and is infinitely desirous to see you in this Country. Yesterday, of his own accord he made himselfe your Tributary, and hath bound