That I have the seeds of constancy in my nature, I call on you and your lovely sister to witness; I have been your friend from almost infancy, and am every hour more her lover.
She is my friend, my companion, as well as mistress; her wit, her sprightliness, her pleasing kind of knowledge, fill with delight those hours which are so tedious with a fool, however lovely.
With my Lucy, possession can never cure the wounded heart.
Her modesty, her angel purity of mind and person, render her literally,
“My ever-new delight.”
She has convinced me, that if beauty is the mother, delicacy is the nurse of love.
Venus has lent her her cestus, and shares with her the attendance of the Graces.
My vagrant passions, like the rays of the sun collected in a burning glass, are now united in one point.
Lucy is here. Adieu! I must not let her know her power.
You spend to-morrow with us; we have a little ball, and are to have a masquerade next week.