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VGW(PA.737.055
15-22 Jul 1737:11 (51)
Mr. Parks, Since the death and burial of the Monitor and
Zoilus, your mathematical correspondents shew'd away, to the
astonishment of all man of figures; as to us poor women, we
are out of the question; nor do I think it fair to mention
the word longitude by those who seem to be out of their
latitude: Riddles have been much in vogue for some time
past, and the more obscure perhaps the better; but at
present your learned correspondents seem inclin'd to take a
breathing' therefore I embrace the opportunity to fulfil my
promise, and have sent you the following piece: And, as I
wou'd not be thought to differ from the sage, it has a
meaning, and no meaning. Yours, &c. Helena Littlewit.
Hor. Ode IX. Carmin.1.3.
Dial. Hor. & Lydia.
Hor. Whilst I lov'd thee, and thou wer't kind,
Nor any youth thy neck entwin'd,
With arms more welcome, I pretest,
Cyrus the Great was ne'er so blest.
Lyd. Whilst I was mistress of thy flame,
Nor Chloe laid a better claim
To thy false heart, thy Lydia
Outshin'd the Roman Ilia.
Hor. Me Chloe wholly does possess,
Her voice, and lute, command no less;
For whom to dye I would not grieve,
Might but the pretty rogue survive.
. . . [3 more verses of dialogue]
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