CCXI sociable letters written by the thrice noble, illustrious, and excellent princess, the Lady Marchioness of Newcastle.

CLXXI.

MADAM,

MY Life is so Solitary, my Mind so Peace∣able, my Thoughts so Quiet, and my Sen∣ses so Lazy, as I have nothing to write to you, but to tell you I am Well, and I hope you are so too, according to the Old fashion'd Style of Let∣ters. 'Tis true, if my Life were Active, my Mind Busie, or Factious, my Thoughts Wan∣dring, my Senses Inquisitive, I might find out some Subject, or make some Business to write, but since I am neither Factious, Busie, Inquisitive, nor Active, my Letters will be like a Bladder fill'd with Wind, and not like a Bag fill'd with Gold or Silver; or they will be like Paper that is on∣ly fill'd with Cifres, without any Figures; But although my Letters may be as Cifres; yet you, to whom I write, are the Chief Figure in my Thoughts, which Expresses Thousands; in∣deed, you are as Infinite it self, for your Merits

are Numberless, and there is no End of your Goodness, for which Eternal Happiness will be your Reward in Heaven; But, Madam, I love my self so well, as I would not have you there yet, for I would have you in this World as long as I Live, which without you would seem to me as the Description of the Infernals, whereas now your Life is as an Heaven to my Life, which is the Joy and Happiness,

Madam,

Of your Faithful Servant.