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- To Mrs Arabella Hunt by William Congreve.
- Dear Madam
- Not believe that I love you? You cannot pretend to be so incredulous.
- If you do not believe my tongue, consult my eyes, consult your own.
- You will find by yours that they have charms; by mine that i have a heart which feel them.
- Recall to mind what happened last night. That at least was a lover’s kiss.
- It’s eagerness, it’s fierceness, its warmth, expressed the God its parent.
- But oh! It’s sweetness, and it’s melting softness expressed him more.
- With trembling in my limbs, and fevers in my soul, I ravish’d it.
- Convulsions, panting, murmurings shew’d the mighty disorder within me: the mighty disorder increased by it.
- For those dear lips shot through my heart, and thro’ my bleeding vitals, delicious poison,
- and an avoidless but yet a charming ruin.
- What cannot a day produce?
- The night before i thought myself a happy man, in want of nothing,
- and in fairest expectation of fortune; approved of by men of wit,
- and applauded by others. Please, nay charmed with my friends,
- my then dearest friends, sensible of every delicate pleasure, and in their turns possessing all.
- But love, almighty love, seems in a moment to have removed me to a prodigious distance
- from every object but you alone. In the midst of crowds I remain in solitude.
- Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you.
- I appear transported to some foreign desert with you
- (oh, that I were really thus transported!), where, abundantly supplied with everything, in thee,
- i might live out an age of uninterrupted ecstasy.
- Then scene of the world’s great stage seems suddenly and sadly chang’d.
- Unlovely objects are all around me, excepting thee; the charms of all the world appear to be translated to thee.
- Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee;
- thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.
- If you and hope forsake it, despair and endless misery attend it.
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