| Description | Saterday night T[en] o Clock
My Dear Beloved Angel
I am almost distracted to see thee & for that reason I am at this instant put more out of Temper by a cursed Carrier then ever thou wilt see me in so long as thou livest. I have just sent for my larg dale Box & the Carrier sends me word that it is not nor does not come now till Tuesday night. & know ye that there is some Papers in that Box Relative to thee & me that I would not have our People see for the world, which they will do if I am not present at the opening of it. Oh Cursed disapointment for I am all impatience to see thee. Thou dea[r I]dol of my Soul I would not be abscent from thee another month were it to buy Crowns & dominions: for by the almighty God I dote on thee & love thee more than I thought it possable for man to love a Woman. dont ye think that I am cool & Slack in my desires to see thee no—no—no—by the Lord I am half mad to behold thee.
it hath been a severe tryal to me to abscent my Self from Thee for the sake of Business since my return from London & indeed I was resolved to have seen thee on Monday at furthest had it not been for this Cruel disapointment & now I am afraid it will be Wednesday morning. though I wrote Barker word it would be Wednesday for I was resolved to see nobody but thee for the first day or two O ’tis an Age till wednesday it is at a vast distance but hope it will arrive & then will I clasp thee to the sincerest heart tha ever warmd a Lovers Breast.—I wish my dear Soul a good night—& O—may the Almighty Powers which guard the good watch round thy Bed & Soften thy repose. Banish thy Complaints & in easy dreams remind thee that I Love thee, & that thy Happiness is all my Care
Adieu my Lovely sweetest Soul adieu
Oh when will wednesday morning come
[Address-label:] To / Miss Nancy Robinson / in Boar Street / Litchfield / Turn at Coleshill |