Your Letter rais’d in my distracted Breast;
{My vanquish’d Senses from their Office fled,
{A long time stupid on the ground I laid,
{And since I’ve often wish’d I had been dead.
But I unhappily reviv’d again
To suffer greater Torment, greater Pain;
A Thousand Evils I each Day endure,
Which nothing but the Sight of you can cure;
Yet I submit, without repining too,
Because the ills I bear proceed from you.——