ABSTRACT
DORIMANT. Now for some ages had the pride of Spain, Made the sun shine on half the World in vain.15
[Then looking on the note.
For Mrs. Loveit. What a dull insipid thing is a billet doux
written in cold blood, after the heat of the business is over? It is a tax upon good nature which I have here been labouring to pay, and have done it, but with as much regret, as ever fanatick paid the Royal Aid, or Church Duties;16
’twill have the same fate I know that all my notes to her have had of late, ’twill not be thought kind enough. Faith women are i’the right when they jealously examine our letters, for in them we always first discover our decay of passion.— Hay! Who waits!
