Dear Chloe, how blubbered is that pretty face! Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurled.... Prithee, quit this caprice; and (as old Falstaff says) Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What I speak, my fair Chloe, and what I write, shows The difference there is betwixt Nature and Art:... I court others in verse, but I love thee in prose; And they have my whimsies, but thou hast my heart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »