I beg a thousand times your pardon, dear Madam! for having leav’d Weym without taking leave from your grace and repeating you the thanks which i can never pay sufficients to all the obliging civilities shown to me at my stay at Kochberg and engrav’d into my heart with everlasting characters. ‘Tis most true i could but once in my life be bless’ d in such an enchanting manner,

which if the charm of it had lasted some days longer, would have make forget me all my relations and put me in the most doubtless persuasion, that i was in another world. I feal’d all my faculties hightend by your presence and thought myself a superior being, as i was sure to prove so, near the influences of your genius in all that i did undertake of. Therefore do not wonder at the roughness and infirmity of the very expressions of my letter, having even forgot

all my English, by being no more inspired from as gracious a Scolar, of whom the very presence and her application to that tongue did improve me of all that i could teach her and to speak truly, have been much more profitable to me than all my instructions could have proued to her. I intreat you to remember the passage in Master Goethe’s Goetz from Berlichingen that there is something of divinity in the conversation of a Carrictura. I hope you will not need an explanation of this name nothing than your heart the bettest could make it, having so often

put into shame Master Theobald’s and Warburtons learning in the explanation of great Shakespeare.
I pray you to commend my respects to your most honorable husband and the whole family and flattering myself with some lines answer as you have given me the permission to do so, i am with the most sincere veneration