A Passionate Love Letter.
LOve having taken your Beauties for Arms, had long since laid siege to my Liberty, which was retreated within the Fort of my Reason, when without putting himself to the trou∣ble of a Scalado, he is fled into my Eyes, and is by that way entred into my Heart, as a Robber breaks into a house through the windows. The sufferings I am in through his means are very violent, but being at length appeased, he hath sworn to me that the remedy lay in your power; and that all I had to do, was to write to you of it: But seeing me a Secre∣tary very ill furnish'd with the necessaries of my profession, he took a Quill out of his own wing, and made me a pen with the point of his dart; he hath given me paper made of his old Headbands by a celestial paper-maker; he took the coals of my heart which was half burnt, and having beaten them to powder, he mingled them with my tears, and thereof hath fur∣nished me with ink, with which I have written to you; and for to dry the writing, he cast the ashes of those coals upon it. He gave me waxout of his torch to seal it, and cut off a little peice of the string of his bowe for me to binde withall. And now fair Lady consider, if having assisted me thus far so favour∣ably, he may not with as little difficulty, furnish me with all his arrows for to wound you, and make you sick of the same disease, as he is, who terms himself,
Your Slave.