ight no longer stay, }
Tho' I resolve I will no Time delay, }
One Tedious Week, and then I'll fleet away. }
Tho' Love be blind, he shall conduct my Road, }
Wing'd with almighty Love, to your Abode, }
I'll fly, and grow Immortal as a God. }
Short is my stay, yet my impatience strong,
Short tho' it is, alas! I think it long.
I'll come, my Life, new Blessings to pursue, }
Love then shall fly a Flight he never flew, }
I'll stretch his balmy Wings; I'm yours,--_Adieu_. }

_Frankwit._

This Letter _Belvira_ receiv'd with unspeakable Joy, and laid it up
safely in her Bosom; laid it, where the dear Author of it lay before,
and wonderfully pleas'd with his Humour of writing Verse, resolv'd not
to be at all behind-hand with him, and so writ as follows:

_My dear Charmer,_

You knew before what Power your Love could boast,
But now your constant Faith confirms me most.
Absent Sincerity the best assures, }
Love may do much, but Faith much more allures, }
For now your Constancy has bound me yours. }
I find, methinks, in Verse some Pleasure too,
I cannot want a Muse, who write to you.
Ah! soon return, return, my charming Dear,
Heav'n knows how much we Mourn your Absence here:
My poor _Celesia_ now would Charm your Soul,
Her Eyes, once Blind, do now Divinely rowl.
An aged Matron has by Charms unknown,
Given her clear Sight as perfect as thy own.
And yet, beyond her Eyes, she values thee,
'Tis for thy Sake alone she's glad to see.
She begg'd me, pray remember her to you,
That is a Task which now I gladly do.
Gladly, since so I only recommend }
A dear Relation, and a dearer Friend, }
Ne're shall my Love--but here my Note must end. }

_Your ever true +Belvira+._

When this Letter was written, it was strait shown to _Celesia_, who
look'd upon any Thing that belong'd to _Frankwit_, with rejoycing
Glances; so eagerly she perus'd it, that her tender Eyes beginning to
Water, she cry'd out, (fancying she saw the Words dance before her View)
'Ah! Cousin, Cousin, your Letter is running away, sure it can't go
itself to _Frankwit_.' A great Deal of other pleasing innocent Things
she said, but still her Eyes flow'd more bright with lustrous Beams, as
if they were to shine out; now all that glancing Radiancy which had been
so long kept secret, and, as if, as soon as the Cloud of B