To Agnes McLehose (Clarinda)
Wednesday Morning, [12th March 1788]
Clarinda, will that envious night-cap hinder you from appearing at
the window as I pass? “Who is she that looketh forth as the morning;
fair as the sun, clear as the moon, terrible as an army with
banners?”
Do not accuse me of fond folly for this line; you know I am a cool
lover. I mean by these presents greeting, to let you to wit, that arch-
rascal, Creech, has not done my business yesternight, which has put
off my leaving town till Monday morning. Tomorrow at eleven, I
meet with him for the last time; just the hour I should have met far
more agreable company.
You will tell me this evening, whether you cannot make our hour of
meeting to-morrow one o’clock. I have just now written Creech such
a letter, that the very goose-feather in my hand shrunk back from
the line, and seemed to say, “I exceedingly fear and quake!” l am
forming ideal schemes of vengeance. 0 for a little of my will on him!
I just wished he loved as I do—as glorious an object as Clarinda—and
that he were doomed. Adieu, and think on
Sylvander
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