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& could you both contrive to spend but an Evening with Giovanni?

Dull Ceremony! boast thy Powers!
To female Life'^s poor mangled Hours
How cruel thy decree!
When Muse'^s \Harmony with/ Friendship, illeg illeg\twin'd/
Are by their Votaries resigned
A Sacrifice to Thee.—

My Indignation against that drowsy Tyrant, whom I detest, extorts from me these instantaneous Rhymes: Let Him not execute a base revenge upon me by smothering that dear Embryo of yr pregnant Imagination the swarthy Hero, as I have set my Heart on seeing \Him/ rise into \visible/ existence & Immortality —

It is now Time to give you a little History of yr Southern Friends – Blessed be the Fingers of honest dame Nature for twisting the thread of a good old Woman^s Life so tight, that a desperate doctor could not snap it.– The beloved Euyclea