Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"And oh, my Prince, when I survey thy Virtue, / I own the Seal of Heav'n imprinted on thee; / I stand convinc'd that good and holy Powers / Inspire and take Delight to dwell within thee."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Yes, Oswald, by the conscious Judge within, / So do I stand acquitted to my self, / That were my Ethelinda free from Danger, / On Peril of my Life, I would make known, / And to the World avow my Love and Faith."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"In Honour's Name remember what you are, / Break from the Bondage of this feeble Passion, / And urge your way to Glory."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Speak it, nor wound the Softness of my Soul / With these obscure Complainings; speak, my Lord."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"My faithful Seofrid / Has pierc'd into her very inmost Heart, / And found thee reigning there."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"I love, my Aribert; I doat to Death: / The raging Flame has touch'd my Heart, my Brain, / And Madness will ensue."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"There is no end of Thought--the Labyrinth winds, / And I am lost for ever."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Where is my Ethelinda now!--that dear one, / That gently us'd to breath the Sounds of Peace, / Gently as Dews descend, or Slumbers creep; / That us'd to brood o'er my tempestuous Soul, / And hush me to a Calm."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"First then, to stay these sudden Gusts of Passion / That hurry you from Reason, rest assur'd / The Secret of your Love lives with me only."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Hell trembles at the Sight, and hides its Head / In utmost Darkness, while on Earth each Heart, / Like mine, is fill'd with Peace and Joy unutterable."
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