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But when our scorching Noon is past,
Soft Ev'ning's gentler light succeeds at last;
Then gladly we forget th'intemperate blaze,
Reason prevails o'er rage, and solid judgment sways.
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MADAM,
WE begin here to murmur againſt the English, for detaining you fo long among them. 'Tis my propofal, that they fhall furrender you to France, before the end of Autumn; and that we give them, by way of exchange, two or three Ifles in the Ocean. If nothing but my own private fatisfaction were concern'd in this matter, I ſhould not grudge to give up the Ocean it felf to them but after all, perhaps we have more reafon to complain of your Sifter, than of England. 'Tis
- ↑ The Dutchess of Bouillon was Sifter to the Dutchefs of Mazarin. This Letter was written in September 1687.