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WR.732.003
7 Feb 1732:41,42 (20)
New Haven, January 24. To the Author of the Rehearsal.
Sir,
Our Sweeper having lately buryed his spouse, and
accidentally hearing the death and will of his deceas'd
Cambridge brother, has conceived a violent passion for the
relict. As love softens the mind, and disposes to poetry,
he has eas'd himself in the following strains, which he
transmits to the charming widow, as the first essay of his
courtship.
I.
Mistress A---y,
To you I fly
You only can believe me
To you I turn, for you I burn
If you will but believe me.
. . . [13 verses in all.]
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