"Let Rufus weep, rejoice, stand, sit, or walk,
Still he can nothing but of Naevia talk; {[5]}
Let him eat, drink, ask questions, or dispute,
Still he must speak of Naevia or be mute;
He writ to his father, ending with this line,—
'I am, my lovely Naevia, ever thine.'"
R.
[XIII. HOW TO BEAR POVERTY]
[No. 114. Wednesday, July 11, 1711. Steele.]