The aim of Transcribe Georgian Papers is to produce useable text documents of the manuscript materials and not critical editions. Please be aware this document may contain errors in the transcription.
Found an error? Please report errors and issues in the transcription to transcribegpp@wm.edu.
Tho' bid to go, I quite forgot to move; You knew not, stupidity was love But oh the torment not to be exprest The greif the rage, the hell that fir'd this breast When my great rivals in embroid'ry gay Sat by your side, or led you from the play! Like torrents love & indignation meet And madness would have thrown me at yr. feet. Turn lovely Nymph (for so I would have said) Turn from those triflers who make love a trade. This is true passion in my Eyes you see They cannot, no - they cannot love like me. Frequent debauch has pall'd their sickly arte Faint their desire & in a moment part. They sigh not from the heart, but from the brain Vapours of vanity & strong Champaign Too dull to feel what forms like yours inspire) After long talking of their painted fire) To some lew'd Brothel they at night retire.) There pleas'd with fancy'd qualities & charms Enjoy your beauties in a strumpets arms. Such are the joys & pleasure they pursue And is [[underline]] this [[/underline]] love, that ought to merit you?
