Spy; every Word and Look imploy'd that she came to folicite your Love or Conftancy: may her Endeavours prove as vain as I wish my Fears. May no Man fhare the Bleffings I enjoy, without my Curfes; and if they fall on him alone, without touching you, I am happy, tho' he deferves 'em not: but fhould you cern'd, they'll all flie back upon myself; for he, whom you are kind to, is so bleft, he may fafely ftand the Curfe of all the World without repining; at least, if like me, he be fenfible of nothing but what comes from Mrs.

LETTER XXXII.
To the SAME.

Madam,

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YOU are the moft afflicting fair Creature in the World; and however you would perfwade me to the contrary, I cannot but believe the Fault you pretend to excufe, is the only one I cou'd ever be guilty of to you: when you think of receiving an Answer with Common Senfe. in it, you must write Letters that gives lefs Confufion than your laft: I will wait on you, and be reveng'd by continuing to love you, when you grow wearieft of it.

LETTER

Madam,

XXXIII.

To the SA M E.

YEfterday it was impoffible to anfwer your Letter, which I hope, for that Reafon, you will forgive me; tho' indeed you have been pleas'd to

exprefs

exprefs yourself fo extraordinarily, that I know not what I have to answer to you. Give me fome Reason upon your own Account only, to be forry I ever had the Happiness to know you, fince I find you repent the Kindness you fhew'd me, and undervalue the humble Service I had for you; and that I might be no happier in your Fa vours, than you could be in my Love, you have contriv'd it fo well, to make them equal to my Hatred; fince that could do no more than thefe pretend to, take away the Quiet of my Life. I tell this not to exempt myself from any Service I can do you (for I can never forget how very happy I have been) but to convince you, the Love that gives you the Torment of Repentance on your Šide, and me the Trouble of perceiving it in the other, is equally unjust and cruel to us both, and ought therefore to die.

LETTER XXXIV.
To the SAM E.

Madam,

You fhall not fail of OU fhall not fail of on Saturday; and for your Wretches, as you call 'em, 'tis ufually my Custom when I wrong fuch as they, to make them amends; tho' your Maid has ag gravated that matter more to my Prejudice than I expected from one who belonged to you, and for your own Share, if I thought you a Woman of Forms, you should receive all the Reparations imaginable; but it is fo unquestionable, that I am thoroughly your humble Servant, that all the World must know I cannot offend you, without being forry for it.

LET

LETTER XXXV.
To the SAME.

Madam,

THO' upon the Score of Love, which is im mediately my Concern, I find Aptness enough to be Jealous; yet upon that of your Safety, which is the only thing in the World weighs more with me than my Love, I apprehend much more. I know, by woful Experience, what comes of dealing with Knaves; fuch I am fure you have at this time to do with; therefore look well about you, and take it for granted, That unless you can deceive them, they will certainly cozen you. If I am not fo wife as they, and therefore lefs fit to advise you, I am at leaft more concern'd for you, and for that Reafon the likelier to prove honeft, and the rather to be trufted. Whether you will come to the Duke's Playhoufe To-day, or at leaft let me come to you when the Play is done, I leave to your Choice; let me know, if you pleafe, by the Bearer.

LETTER XXXVI.
To the SAM E.

Madam,

Might I be fo happy to receive fuch Proofs of your Kindness, as I myfelf would choose, one of the greateft I could think of were, that all my Actions, however they appear'd at firft, might be interpreted as meant for your Service; fince nothing is fo agreeable to my Nature, as feeking my own Satisfaction; and fince you are

the

the best Object of that I can find in the World, how can you entertain a Jealoufy or Fear? You have the ftrongest Security our frail and daily changing Frame can give, that I can live to no End fo much, as that of pleafing and ferving

you.

I

LETTER XXXVII.
To the SA ME.

Madam,

HAVE not finn'd fo much as to deferve to live two whole Days without feeing of you. From your Justice and Good-nature therefore I will prefume you will give me leave to wait on you at Night, and for your fake use not that Power (which you find you have abfolute over me) fo unmercifully as you did laft time, to divert and keep me off, from convincing you by all the Reasons imaginable, how neceffary 'tis to preferve you faultlefs, and make me happy; and alfo, that you believe and use me like the most faithful of all your Servants, &c.

LETTER

Madam,

DEa

XXXVIII.

To the SAM E.

Eareft of all that ever was deareft to me, if I love any thing in the World like you, or wifh it in my Power to do it, may I ever be as unlucky and as hateful as when I faw you laft. I who have no way to express my Kindness to you, but Letters which cannot fpeak it half; whether fhall I think myself more unfortunate,

who

who cannot tell you how much I love, or you, who can never know how well you are belov'd; I would fain bring it about, if it were poffible, to wait upon you To-day; for befides that I never am without the paffionate Defire of being with you, at this time I have fomething to tell you, that is for your Service, and will not be unpleasant News, but I am in Chains here, and must seek out fome Device to break 'em for a quarter of an Hour.

LETTER

Madam,

IT

XXXIX.

To the SA M E.

T is impoffible for me to neglect what I love, as it would be impertinent to profefs Love where I had none; but I take the Vanity to affure myself, you cannot conclude fo feverely both of my Truth and Reason, as to fufpect me for either of thofe Faults. If there has been a Misfortune in the Miscarriage of my Letters, I befeech you not to add to it by an uncharitable Cenfure, but do me the right to believe the last Thing poffible in the World, is the leaft Omiffion of either Kindness or Service to you: I wish the whole World was as intirely yours as I am, you would then have no Reason to complain of any body; at least, it would be your own Fault, if they were not what you pleas'd. Thofe Wretches you speak of in your Letter, are fo little valuable, that you will eafily forget their Malice, and rather look upon the more confiderable Part of the World, who will ever find it their Intereft, and make it their Vanity to serve you. And now

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