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would more willingly pay it; and that it must be no less than necessity itself that can hinder him from often presenting it. Germany hath no whit altered me: I am still the humble servant of my Lord ——— that I was, and when I cease to be so, I must cease to be

John Suckling.

VIII

Since you can breathe no one desire that was not mine before it was yours—or full as soon (for hearts united never knew divided wishes)—I must chide you (dear princess) not thank you, for your present, and (if at least I knew how) be angry with you for sending him a blush, who needs must blush because you sent him one. If you are conscious of much, what am I then, who guilty am of all you can pretend to, and something more—unworthiness? But why should you at all (heart of my heart) disturb the happiness you have so newly given me, or make love feed on doubts, that never yet could thrive on such a diet? If I have granted your request! Oh! Why will you ever say that you have studied me, and give so great an interest to the contrary? That wretched if speaks as if I would refuse what you desire, or could—both which are equally impossible. My dear princess, there needs no new approaches where the breach is made already; nor must you ever ask anywhere, but of your fair self, for anything that shall concern

Your humble Servant.

IX

My dearest Princess,
But that I know I love you more than ever any did any, and that yet I hate myself because I can love you no more, I should now most unsatisfied dispatch away this messenger.

The little that I can write to what I would, makes me think writing a dull commerce, and then—how can I choose but wish myself with you to say the rest? My dear dear, think what merit, virtue, beauty, what and how far Aglaura, with all her charms, can oblige; and so far and something more I am.

Your humble Servant.