Or crammed twelve sheets into one little letter,
To make each correspondent a new debtor.
CV.
For some had absent lovers, all had friends;
The earth has nothing like a she epistle,
And hardly Heaven—because it never ends—
I love the mystery of a female missal,
Which, like a creed, ne'er says all it intends,
But full of cunning as Ulysses' whistle,[MU]
When he allured poor Dolon:[700]—you had better