IT is commonly ſeen that Honours change Manners, no ſooner are we circumferenced with the bright Clouds of Magnitude, but preſently forgetting what Nothings we were and are, we ſwell our ſelves into imaginary Somethings: But your Ladiſhips Vertues are a ſufficient charm againſt this kind of folly, or rather great madneſs; and your acquaintance (which now compared to your Ladiſhip, are but as ſhrubs in compariſon of the talleſt Cedars) will make this good; who ſpeak your deportment, Madam, to be as ſweet and friendly, as affable and courteous, as humble and free from all Pride and Vanity, as before your Ladiſhip aſcended the gliſtering Mount of Honour: whileſt others pride it with noble deſcent, and deck themſelves with borrowed rayes from honourable Anceſtors, your Ladiſhip being eminently Vertuous, is a moſt cleare Fountain of Honour your ſelf; ſuch as theſe, the ſails of whoſe Greatneſs ſwell with Pride and Vanity, have but the ſhadow of true Nobility, the ſubſtance dwells with your Ladiſhip: you are a burning Lamp, and ſhining light to all your Sex, and the nobleſt Madams cannot have a fairer Copy to write by than is your Ladiſhip.

Truly, Madam, I am glad you are great, onely becauſe you are good, and am glad to ſee the luſtre of your goodneſs outſhine the luſtre of your greatneſs. This may dazel and attract vulgar eys, but the moſt ſweet contemplation of your incomparably good and vertuous Soule captivates, and draws all hearts after your Ladiſhip. Greatneſs is vaniſhing and mortall, to day a Prince, to morrow a Beggar; to day a Conqueror, to morrow a Captive; to day a Madam, to morrow none, and ſadly weeping that ever ſhe was one. But Goodneſs which is your Ladiſhips chief aim and ſtudy, is immortal; and will not only dignifie you here, but will eternize you hereafter. Not to flatter, but inform, you are lookt upon, Madam, by all, with ſingular delight, as one raiſed up by God like Queen Heſter, for the good of your languiſhing Country: and his Excellency is reputed the miracle of men, and Englands bleſſed Peace-Maker. How many years hath this Land been rent and torn in pieces by ſelf-intereſt intereſt Perſons and Parſons? How many changes have we had, and ſtill from bad to worſe? and had not our Joſhua the Lord General ſtood up for us againſt our Rampant Enemy, it is to be feared before this time City and Country had been ruined, and England made a Monument of Blood and Aſhes: Such a bleſſing never came out of Scotland before, ſuch an opportune deliverance, even when bloody Sectaries had armed themſelvs with weapons and reſolution to deſtroy the Proteſtant party, and make Merchandize of Churches and Univerſities was never heard of, never read of. And had the Lycaonians been preſent at your Ladiſhips and the Generals coming amongſt us, and ſeen the many Miracles then done, the almoſt incurable diſeaſes and ſad diſtempers which we lay groaning under a long time, preſently cured, and our creepled Commonwealth ſet upon its leggs again, and leaping for joy; his Sword not wounding, but healing our wounds; his Victory not died in blood; and our Peace procured, not by war, according to that curſed Motto [PAX QUAERITUR BELLO] but by his moſt excellent Wiſdom, and incomparable Prudence. Had the Lycaonians ſeen all this, they would have cried out in admiration of your Honours, as once they did concerning Paul and Barnabas, The Gods are come down amongſt us in the likeneſs of men. We now ſee what the Saints are which have Lorded it over us all this while, not Saints but Devils; meer cheats, pretenders only to Religion and Honeſty, having not the leaſt dram of either; not Phyſicians, but Butchers, mangling and murdering their King and Country; but your Honours like the good Samaritan, have poured oyl abundantly into the wounds which thoſe Theeves & Robbers made: you are true Iſraelites in whom we all hope there is no guile: you are a moſt bleſſed couple may England ſay, & the ſhrill ſound of your fame for what you have already done, is heard afar off; and if you make the Epilogue like the Prologue, and Crown the great good work you have begun, every where, and in all places we will hang up Trophees, and erect Monuments to your Honours, which ſhall make your Memories bloom and bloſſom to all Poſterity; future Chronicles ſhall blazon your Ladiſhip the beſt of Women, and his Excellency the beſt of Men; all Ages ſhall bleſs you, and dwell upon your praiſes till they ſwell in Volumes bigger than Foxes Martyrology: nay we will all write your Hiſtories, and fill whole Libraries with Folioes only of your Commendations, and there ſhall be no end of your Eulogiums: Never were any received by our Metropolis with ſuch acclamations of Joy, and ſuch high expreſſions of Love as your Honors; and may you both ſtill continue and grow very aged in all eſtimation and honour amongſt us, that when your moſt precious lives ſhall periodize, our dropping eyes may witneſſe our loſſe, and your pious Souls wrapt in a ſable Mantle of our ſighs and groans mount the Battlements of the higheſt Heavens, is the hearty prayer of,