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“Do give my Love to that enchanting Creature Miss Seward, & tell her from me you are not such a <u>severe</u> cross-looking mortal, as our dear Tiziano has made you, tho I think the Head in point of e<u>xecutio</u>n divine!”– Such is the Critique of a most dear & intimate Friend of mine (with whom I shall hereafter make you perfectly acquainted) on the little Portrait, which has just passed thro his Hands in its way from Eartham to Lichfield; & methinks I hear my Friend Jenny, (your fair Fille de Chambre) exclaim on her first peep at the Head: Lord help me! is this the fine <u>Posy-Writer </u>they talk about?- Mercy! what a sour Face he has! poor Gentleman! I suppose He is a little crack-brained, as they say all your great Varse [sic] Makers go out of their Wits – Well! Heaven | “Do give my Love to that enchanting Creature Miss Seward, & tell her from me you are not such a <u>severe</u> cross-looking mortal, as our dear Tiziano has made you, tho I think the Head in point of e<u>xecutio</u>n divine!”– Such is the Critique of a most dear & intimate Friend of mine (with whom I shall hereafter make you perfectly acquainted) on the little Portrait, which has just passed thro his Hands in its way from Eartham to Lichfield; & methinks I hear my Friend Jenny, (your fair Fille de Chambre) exclaim on her first peep at the Head: Lord help me! is this the fine <u>Posy-Writer </u>they talk about?- Mercy! what a sour Face he has! poor Gentleman! I suppose He is a little crack-brained, as they say all your great Varse [sic] Makers go out of their Wits – Well! Heaven | ||
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“Do give my Love to that enchanting Creature Miss Seward, & tell her from me you are not such a severe cross-looking mortal, as our dear Tiziano has made you, tho I think the Head in point of execution divine!”– Such is the Critique of a most dear & intimate Friend of mine (with whom I shall hereafter make you perfectly acquainted) on the little Portrait, which has just passed thro his Hands in its way from Eartham to Lichfield; & methinks I hear my Friend Jenny, (your fair Fille de Chambre) exclaim on her first peep at the Head: Lord help me! is this the fine Posy-Writer they talk about?- Mercy! what a sour Face he has! poor Gentleman! I suppose He is a little crack-brained, as they say all your great Varse [sic] Makers go out of their Wits – Well! Heaven