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NYGWPB.752.019
30 Mar 1752:11 (480)
A very remarkable love letter, from the London Magazine.
The following epistle was written by a girl at Deal, to her
sweet-heart, a sailor, on board a man of war in the downs. .
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This with mi kind love to yow, is to tel yow after all our
sport and fon, I am lik to pay fort; for i am with child. .
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The following lines were sent us with this letter, which we
suppose were designed as a parallel.
Dear object of my love, whose manly charms,
With bliss ecstatic fill'd my circling arms:
What bliss is past; and nought for me remains,
But dire reproach, and never pity'd pains.
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