Such a Passion, _Damon_, can never make you quit any Part of your Duty to your Prince. And the Monarch you serve is so gallant a Master, that the Inclination you have to his Person obliges you to serve him, as much as your Duty; for _Damon’s_ loyal Soul loves the Man, and adores the Monarch: for he is certainly all that compels both, by a charming Force and Goodness, from all Mankind. The KING. _Darling of_ Mars! Bellona’s _Care!_ _The second Deity of War!_ _Delight of Heaven, and Joy of Earth!_ _Born for great and wondrous things,_ _Destin’d at his auspicious Birth_ _T’ out-do the num’rous Race of long-past Kings._ _Best Representative of Heaven,_ _To whom its chiefest Attributes are given!_ _Great, Pious, Stedfast, Just, and Brave!_ _To Vengeance slow, but swift to save!_ _Dispensing Mercy all abroad!_ _Soft and forgiving as a God!_ _Thou saving Angel who preserv’st the Land_ _From the just Rage of the avenging Hand;_ _Stopt the dire Plague, that o’er the Earth was hurl’d,_ _And sheathing thy Almighty Sword,_ _Calm’d the wild Fears of a distracted World,_ _(As Heaven first made it) with a sacred Word!_ But I will stop the low Flight of my humble Muse, who when she is upon the wing, on this glorious Subject, knows no Bounds. And all the World has agreed to say so much of the Virtues and Wonders of this great Monarch, that they have left me nothing new to say; tho’ indeed he every Day gives us new Themes of his growing Greatness, and we see nothing that equals him in our Age. Oh! how happy are we to obey his Laws; for he is the greatest of Kings, and the best of Men! You will be very unjust, _Damon_, if you do not confess I have acquitted my self like a Maid of Honour, of all the Obligations I owe you, upon the account of the _Discretion_ I lost to you. If it be not valuable enough, I am generous enough to make it good: And since I am so willing to be just, you ought to esteem me, and to make it your chiefest Care to preserve me yours; for I believe I shall deserve it, and wish you should believe so too. Remember me, write to me, and observe punctually all the Motions of my _Watch_: The more you regard it, the better you will like it; and whatever you think of it at first sight, ‘tis no ill Present. The Invention is soft and gallant; and _Germany_, so celebrated for rare _Watches_, can produce nothing to equal this. Damon, _my_ Watch _is just and new;_ } _And all a Lover ought to do,_ } _My_ Cupid _faithfully will shew._ } _And ev’ry Hour he renders there,_ _Except_ l’heure du Bergere. The CASE for the WATCH. DAMON _to_ IRIS.