We had a fierce debate here on the 13th _passato_, between my lord _Fitz-Walter_, Sir _Simon Mountford_, Sir _William Stanley_, and myself; whether by a parity of reason, _England_ might not once more have the same card trumpt up upon them? In a word, we were consulting your affairs, and they were most of ’em of opinion, that there could not be any good success expected from your personal endowments, and princely qualifications. For you must give me leave to tell you, _Cuz_, that I was a smart child, and a smock-fac’d youth; I had not the good luck to kill a wild boar at your years, but I could sit the great horse before I could go alone, I had all the advantages of friends that you have, and the interest of my good aunt the duchess or _Burgundy_, let me tell you, was as capable of seconding me, as the house of _Modena_ is you: Nay, I had the _Scotch_ on my side, assistance from _Ireland_, and not without a party, you see, even in _England_ too. But the _English_ mob is the most giddy, wretched, senseless mob of all the mobs in the world. How they crowded into me at _Whitsand-Bay_, and in their first fury fought well enough before _Exeter_: But when they heard of an army coming against ’em, the scoundrels ran away and left me; all my blooming hopes and fancied kingdoms dwindled away in a sanctuary, that I exchanged for a prison, and brought my _Habeas Corpus_, and so turn’d myself over to _Tyburn_, and am now in the rules of _Acheron_. Our kinsman _Lambert Simnel_ and I, drank your health t’other morning in a curious cup of _Styx_, and the arch sawcy rogue, said, how he should laugh to see his brother of _Wales_ succeed him in this great employment at court; continually turning a spit would harden and inure you, and so prepare you for these smoaky and warmer climates: not but that there is matter of speculation in it too. The turning a spit is an emblem of the vicissitude of human affairs. But before I take my leave, good cousin, I must offer a little of my advice to you, if it be possible any ways to meliorate your destiny; and that is, that you would make a campaign or two in _Italy_: Marshal _Villeroy_ will shew you what it is to be well beaten; and till then you’ll never be a great general. But _Charon_ is just landing a multitude of _French_ from those parts; I must go see what news, and inform myself further of your welfare and prosperity. _Adieu._ _Mr._ DRYDEN, _to the Lord_---- _By Capt._ AYLOFF. _My lord_,