[Letters: I]; [II]; [III]; [IV]; [V]; [VI]; [VII]; [VIII]; [IX]; [X]; [XI]; [XII]; [XIII]; [XIV]; [XV]; [XVI]; [XVII]; [XVIII]; [XIX]; [XX]; [XXI]; [XXII]; [XXIII]; [XXIV]; [XXV]; [XXVI]; [XXVII]; [XXVIII]; [XXIX]; [XXX]; [XXXI]; [XXXII]; [XXXIII]; [XXXIV];
[SECTION III]
[Letters: I]; [II]; [III]; [IV]; [V]; [VI]; [VII]; [VIII]; [IX]; [X]; [XI]; [XII]; [XIII]; [XIV]; [XV]; [XVI]; [XVII]; [XVIII]; [XIX]; [XX]; [XXI]; [XXII]; [XXIII]; [XXIV]; [XXV]; [XXVI]; [XXVII]; [XXVIII]; [XXIX]; [XXX]; [XXXI]; [XXXII]; [XXXIII]; [XXXIV]; [XXXV]; [XXXVI]; [XXXVII]; [XXXVIII]; [XXXIX]; [XL]; [XLI]; [XLII]; [XLIII]; [XLIV]; [XLV]
[SECTION IV]
[Letters: I] [II]; [III]; [IV]; [V]; [VI]; [VII]; [VIII]; [IX]; [X]; [XI]; [XII]; [XIII]; [XIV]; [XV]; [XVI]; [XVII]; [XVIII]; [XIX]; [XX]; [XXI]; [XXII]; [XXIII]; [XXIV]; [XXV]; [XXVI]; [XXVII]; [XXVIII]; [XXIX]; [XXX]; [XXXI]; [XXXII]; [XXXIII]
[ENVOI]
[TO HER EXCELLENCY
The Lady Marchioness of NEWCASTLE
On her Book of Philosophical Letters.]
'Tis Supernatural, nay 'tis Divine,
To write whole Volumes ere I can a line.
I 'mplor'd the Lady Muses, those fine things,
But they have broken all their Fidle-strings
And cannot help me; Nay, then I did try
Their Helicon, but that is grown all dry:
Then on Parnassus I did make a sallie,
But that's laid level, like a Bowling-alley;
Invok'd my Muse, found it a Pond, a Dream,
To your eternal Spring, and running Stream;
So clear and fresh, with Wit and Phansie store,
As then despair did bid me write no more.
W. Newcastle.