But you ’ll forgive my foolery—adieu,
Ah me! methinks too often I repeat
The Story of my too unhappy Fate;
Yet let me pay the Thanks to you I owe
For all the Miseries I undergo.
I hate the State in which I liv’d before
The more my Cares encrease, I ’m pleas’d the more;
My Flame does greater every moment grow—
And I have still—Ten Thousand Thousand
Things to say to you.——