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SO let that corner be your Post, and as soon as ever you see St. Andre come stalking in his Dream, slip to his Lady, and when you have agreed upon the Writings, I'll be ready to bring you o•••• with a Witness—
Thou Dear obliging—
No more o' that; away, mark but how easily those that are gifted with Discretion bring things about; in the name of Goodness let Men and Women have their Risks, but still be careful of the Main— Here's a hot-headed Lord goes mad for a prating Girl, Treats her, Pre∣sents her, Flames for her, Dies for her, till the Fool complies for pure Love, and when the bus'ness fails, is forc'd to live at last by the love of his Footmen; but she that makes a firm Bargain, is commonly thought a great Soul, for my Lord having consider'd on't, thinks her a Person of depth, and so resolves to have it out of her—But why do I talk so my self, when there's something to do, certainly I shou'd have made a rare Speaker in a Parliament of Women, or a notable Head to a Fe∣male Jury, when his Lordship gravely puts the question, whither it be Satis or Non Satis or Nunquam Satis, and we bring it in Ignoramus— Ha! but who comes here? I must attend for Bellamore.
My Wife and I went to Bed together, and I'll warrant full she was of Expectation, so white and clean, and much inclin'd to laugh, and lay at her full length, as who wou'd say come eat me.
Said she so sweet Sir?
Not a bit by the Lord, not I, not I—
Alas! nice Gentleman.
A Farmer wou'd say this was barbarously done, because he loves Beef—But I have Plover in reserve—Ha! St. Andre, heark, I