Nor can Heaven, Nature, or human Art contrive an Addition to this earthly Paradise, unless those great Inventors of the Age, Sir _Samuel Morland_, or Sir _Robert Gorden_, cou’d by the power of Engines, convey the Water so into the Park and Castle, as to furnish it with delightful Fountains, both useful and beautiful. These are only wanting, to render the Place all Perfection, and without Exception. This, _Damon_, is a long Digression from the Business of my Heart; but, you know I am so in love with that charming Court, that when you gave me an occasion, by your being there now, but to name the Place, I could not forbear transgressing a little, in favour of its wondrous Beauty; and the rather, because I would, in recounting it, give you to understand how many fine Objects there are, besides the Ladies that adorn it, to employ your vacant Moments in; and I hope you will, without my Instructions, pass a great part of your idle time in surveying these Prospects, and give that Admiration you should pay to living Beauty, to those more venerable Monuments of everlasting Fame. Neither need I, _Damon_, assign you your waiting Times: your Honour, Duty, Love, and Obedience, will instruct you when to be near the Person of the King; and, I believe, you will omit no part of that Devoir. You ought to establish your Fortune and your Glory: for I am not of the mind of those critical Lovers, who believe it a very hard matter to reconcile Love and Interest, to adore a Mistress, and serve a Master at the same Time. And I have heard those, who on this Subject, say, _Let a Man be never so careful in these double Duties, ‘tis ten to one but he loses his Fortune or his Mistress_. These are Errors that I condemn: And I know that Love and Ambition are not incompatible, but that a brave Man may preserve all his Duties to his Sovereign, and his Passion and his Respect for his Mistress. And this is my Notion of it. Love and Ambition. _The nobler Lover, who would prove_ _Uncommon in Address,_ _Let him Ambition join with Love;_ _With Glory, Tenderness:_ _But let the Virtues so be mixt,_ _That when to Love he goes,_ _Ambition may not come betwixt,_ _Nor Love his Power oppose._ _The vacant Hours from softer Sport,_ _Let him give up to Int’rest and the Court._ _’.is Honour shall his Bus’ness be,_ _And Love his noblest Play:_ _Those two should never disagree,_ _For both make either gay._ _Love without Honour were too mean_ _For any gallant Heart;_ _And Honour singly, but a Dream,_ _Where Love must have no Part._ _A Flame like this you cannot fear,_ _Where Glory claims an equal Share._