But very love of change and wantonness.
“I prattle idly, while your letters wait,
And then my lord has much that he would state,
All good to you—do clear that clouded face,
And with good looks your lucky lot embrace. 630
“Now, mind that none with her divide your heart,
For she would die ere lose the smallest part;
And I rejoice that all has gone so well,
For who th’ effect of Johnson’s rage can tell?
He had his fears when you began to meet,