and that Reward which justly persues Ingratitude; nor is it, my Lord, the many unhappy Examples this Age has produc’d that has deterr’d you from herding with the busie Unfortunates, and bringing Your powerful aid to their detestable cause, but a noble Honesty in Your Nature, a Generosity in Your Soul. That even part of Your Education had the good fortune not to be able to corrupt; no Opinion cou’d bypass You, no Precedent debauch You; though all the fansied Glories of Power were promis’d You, though all the Contempt thrown on good and brave Men, all the subtile Arguments of the old Serpent, were us’d against the best of Kings and his illustrious Successor, still You were unmov’d; Your young stout Heart with a Gallantry and Force unusual resisted and defied the gilded Bait, laugh’d at the industrious Politicks of the busie Wise, and stubbornly Loyal, contemn’d the Counsels of the Grave. Go on, my Lord, advance in Noble resolution, grow up in strength of Loyalty, settle it about Your Soul, root it there like the first Principles of Religion, which nothing ever throughly defaces, and which in spight of even Reason the Soul retains, whatever little Debaucheries the Tongue may commit; You that are great, are born the Bulwarks of sacred Majesty, its defence against all the storms of Fate, the Safety of the People in the Supporters of the Throne; and sure none that ever obey’d the Laws of God and the Dictates of Honour ever paid those Duties to a Sovereign that more truly merited the Defence and Adorations of his People than this of ours; and tis a blessing (since we are oblig’d to render it to the worst of Tyrant Kings) that we have one who so well justifies that intire Love and Submission we ought to pay him. You, my Lord, are one whom Thousands of good Men look up to with wondrous Veneration and Joy, when ‘tis said Your Lordship amongst Your other Vertues is Loyal too, a true Tory! (a word of Honour now, the Royal Cause has sanctified it,) and though Your Lordship needs no encouragement to a good that rewards it self, yet I am confident You are not onely rank’d in the esteem of the best of Monarchs, but we shall behold you as one of our Preservers, and all _England_ as one of its great Patrons, when Ages that shall come shall find Your noble Name inroll’d amongst the Friends to Monarchy in an Age of so villainous Corruption: Yes, my Lord, they will find it there and bless You. ‘Tis this, my Lord, with every other Grace and Noble Vertue that adorns You, and gives the World such promises of Wonders in You, that makes me ambitious to be the first in the Croud of Your Admirers, that shall have the honour to celibrate Your great Name. Be pleased then, my Lord, to accept this Little Piece, which lazy Minutes begot and hard Fate has oblig’d me to bring forth into the censuring World, to which if any thing can reconcile it, ‘twill be the glory it has to bear Your Noble Name in the front, and to be Patronized by so great and good a