ſo bad; for there is Will Copper, the brazier, and Jack Trotter, the aſs-man, who are both home-bringing huſbands, and have every day a hot joint of meat, and a pot of beer. I know not yet what I ſhall do; but as I like a walk to Hornſey, I will meet you at the Shepherd and Shepherdeſs on Sunday after dinner, and then we will talk more of the matter.
I am, dear Jack,
Your moſt humble Servant:
LETTER III.
From a reſpectful Lover to his Miſtreſs.
Dear Madam,
I have long ſtruggled with the moſt honourable and reſpectful paſſion that ever filled the heart of man: I have often tried to reveal it perſonally, as often in this way, but never, till now, could prevail upon my fears and doubts. But I cannot longer ſtruggle with a ſecret that has given me ſo much torture to keep and yet, hitherto, more than have endeavoured to reveal it. I never entertain the hope to ſee you, without rapture; but, when I have that pleaſure, inſtead of being animated as I ought,
