and that, too, according to the measure of my own weakness.  Like those who have surveyed the moon by glasses, I can only tell of a new and shining world above us, but not relate the riches and glories of the place.  ’Tis therefore that I have already waved the subject of your greatness, to resign myself to the contemplation of what is more peculiarly yours.  Greatness is indeed communicated to some few of both sexes; but beauty is confined to a more narrow compass:  ’tis only in your sex, ’tis not shared by many, and its supreme perfection is in you alone.  And here, madam, I am proud that I cannot flatter; you have reconciled the differing judgments of mankind; for all men are equal in their judgment of what is eminently best.  The prize of beauty was disputed only till you were seen; but now all pretenders have withdrawn their claims:  there is no competition but for the second place; even the fairest of our island, which is famed for beauties, not daring to commit their cause against you to the suffrage of those, who most partially adore them.  Fortune has, indeed, but rendered justice to so much excellence, in setting it so high to public view; or, rather, Providence has done justice to itself, in placing the most perfect workmanship of heaven, where it may be admired by all beholders.  Had the sun and stars been seated lower, their glory had not been communicated to all at once, and the Creator had wanted so much of his praise, as he had made your condition more obscure:  but he has placed you so near a crown, that you add a lustre to it by your beauty.  You are joined to a prince, who only could deserve you; whose conduct, courage, and success in war; whose fidelity to his royal brother, whose love for his country, whose constancy to his friends, whose bounty to his servants, whose justice to merit, whose inviolable truth, and whose magnanimity in all his actions, seem to have been rewarded by heaven by the gift of you.  You are never seen but you are blest; and I am sure you bless all those who see you.  We think not the day is long enough when we behold you; and you are so much the business of our souls, that while you are in sight, we can neither look nor think on any else.  There are no eyes for other beauties; you only are present, and the rest of your sex are but the unregarded parts that fill your triumph.  Our sight is so intent on the object of its admiration, that our tongues have not leisure even to praise you:  for language seems too low a thing to express your excellence; and our souls are speaking so much within, that they despise all foreign conversation.  Every man, even the dullest, is thinking more than the most eloquent can teach him how to utter.  Thus, madam, in the midst of crowds, you reign in solitude; and are adored with the deepest veneration, that of silence.  ’Tis true, you are above all mortal wishes; no man desires impossibilities, because they are beyond the reach of nature.  To hope to be a god, is folly exalted into madness; but, by the laws of our