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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A26632	Five love-letters from a nun to a cavalier done out of French into English.; Lettres portugaises. English	Guilleragues, Gabriel Joseph de Lavergne, vicomte de, 1628-1685.; Alcoforado, Mariana, 1640-1723.; Chamilly, Noël Bouton, marquis de, 1636-1715.; L'Estrange, Roger, Sir, 1616-1704.	1678 (1678)	Wing A889; ESTC R6558	20,475	136

conjure you and assist me in the Work of surmounting the Infirmity of my Sex and that I may put an end to all my fruitless deliberations by an effectual despair A Tragical Conclusion would undoubtedly bring me often into your thoughts and make my Memory dear to you And who knows how you might be Affected with the Bravery of so Glorious a death A death Incomparably to be preferr'd before the Life that you have left me Farwel then and I wish I had never seen the Eyes of you But my heart Contradicts my Pen for I feel in the very moment that I write it that I would rather chuse to Love you in any state of Misery then agree to the bare Supposition that I had never Seen you Wherefore since you do not think fit to mend my fortune I shall chearfully submit to the worst on 't Adieu but first promise me that if I die of grief you will have some Tenderness for my Ashes Or at least that the Generosity of my Passion shall put you out of Love with all other things This Consolation shall satisfie me that if you must never be mine I may be secur'd that you shall never be Anothers You cannot be so Inhumane sure as to make a mean use of my most Affectionate despairs and to recommend your self to any other Woman by shewing the Power you have had upon me Once more Adieu My Letters are long and I fear troublesom but I hope you 'l forgive them and dispense with the fooleries of a Sot of your own making Adieu Methinks I run over and over too often with the story of my most deplorable Condition Give me leave now to thank you from the Bottom of my heart for the Miseries you have brought upon me and to detest the Tranquillity I liv'd in before I knew you My Passion is greater every Moment than other Adieu Oh what a World of things have I to tell you THE FOURTH Letter YOur Lieutenant tells me that you were forc'd by foul Weather to put in upon the Coast of Algarve I am afraid the Sea does not agree with you and my Fears for your Misfortunes make me almost to forget my own Can you imagin your Lieutenant to be more concern'd in what befals you than I am If not How comes he to be so well inform'd and not one sillable to me If you could never find the means of writing to me since you went I am very Unhappy but I am more so if you could have written and would not But what should a body expect from so much Ingratitude and Injustice And yet it would break my heart if heaven should punish you upon any account of mine For I had much rather gratifie my kindness than my Revenge There can be nothing clearer than that you neither Love me nor Care what becomes of me and yet am I so foolish as to follow the Dictate of a blind and besotted Passion in opposition to the Counsels of a demonstrative Reason This Coldness of yours when you and I were first acquainted would have sav'd me many a sorrowful Thought But where 's the Woman that in my Place would have done otherwise than I did Who would ever have question'd the Truth of so pressing and Artificial an Importunity We cannot easily bring our selves to suspect the Faith of those we Love I know very well that a slender Excuse will serve your Turn and I 'le be so kind as to save you even the Labour of That too by telling you that I can never consent to conclude you guilty but in order to the infinite Pleasure I shall take to acquit you in perswading my self that you are Innocent It was the Assiduity of your Conversation that refin'd me your Passion that inflam'd me Your good humour that Charm'd me your Oaths and Vows that confirm'd me but 't was my own precipitate Inclination that seduc'd me and what 's the Issue of these fair and promising Beginnings but Sighs Tears Disquiets nay and the worst of Deaths too without either Hope or Remedy The Delights of my Love I must confess have been strangely surprizing but follow'd with Miseries not to be express'd as whatever comes from you works upon me in Extreams If I had either obstinately oppos'd your Address or done any thing to put you out of humour or make you jealous with a design to draw you on If I had gon any crafty artificial wayes to work with you or but so much as check'd my early and my growing Inclinations to comply with you tho' it would have been to no purpose at all you might have had some Colour then to make use of your Power and deal with me accordingly But so far was I from opposing your Passion that I prevented it for I had a kindness for your Person before you ever told me any thing of your Love and you had no sooner declar'd it but with all the joy imaginable I receiv'd it and gave my self up wholly to that Inclination You had at that time your Eyes in your Head tho' I was Blind Why would you let me go on then to make my self the miserable Creature which now I am Why would you ●rain me on to all those Extravagances which to a person of your Indifference must needs have been very Importune You knew well enough that you were not to be always in Portugal Why must I then be singl'd out from all the rest to be made thus Unfortunate In this Country without dispute you might have found out handsomer Women than my self that would have serv'd your turn every jot as well to your course purpose and that would have been true to you as far as they could have seen you without breaking their hearts for you when you were gon and such as you might have forsaken at last without either Falsness or Cruelty Do you call this the Tenderness of a Lover or the Persecution of a Tyrant And 't is but destroying of your own neither You are just as easie I find to believe ill of me as I have always been to think better of you than you have deserv'd Had you but lov'd me half so well as I do you you would never have parted with me upon so easie Terms I should have master'd greater Difficulties and never have upbraided you with the Obligation neither Your Reasons 't is true were very feeble but if they had been the strongest imaginable it had been all one to me for nothing but death it self could ever have torn me from you Your Return into France was nothing in the World but a Pretext of your own contriving There was a Vessel you said that was thither bound And why could not you let that Vessel take her Course Your Relations sent for you away You are are no stranger sure to the Persecution that for your sake I have suffer'd from mine Your Honour forsooth engag'd you to forsake me Why did you not think of that scruple when you deluded me to the loss

your faults A French Officer that had the Charity this morning to hold me at least three hours in a discourse of you tell me that France has made a Peace If it be so Why cannot you bestow a visit upon me and take me away with you But 't is more then I deserve and it must be as you please for my Love does not at all depend upon your Manner of treating me Since you went away I have not had one Minutes Health nor any sort of Pleasure but in the Accents of your Name which I call upon a Thousand times a day Some of my Companions that understand the deplorable Ruin you have brought upon me are so good as to entertain me many times concerning you I keep as Close to my Chamber as is possible which is the dearer to me even for the many Visits you have made me there Your Picture I have perpetually before me and I Love it more then my hearts bloud The very Counterfeit gives me some Comfort But oh the Horrours too When I consider that the Original for ought I know is lost for ever But why should it be possible even to be possible that I may never see you more Have you forsaken me then for ever It turns my Brain to think on 't Poor Mariane But my Spirits fail me and I shall scarce out-live this Letter Mercy Farwel Farwel THE THIRD Letter WHat shall become of me Or what will you advise me to do How strangely am I dissappointed in all my Expectations Where are the Letters from you the Long and Kind Letters that I look'd for by every Post To keep me alive in the hopes of Seeing you again and in the Confidence of your faith and Justice to settle me in some tolerable state of Repose without being abandon'd to any insupportable Extream I had once cast my Thoughts upon some Idle Projects of endeavouring my own Cure in Case I could but once assure my self that I was totally forgotten The distance you were at Certain Impulses of Devotion the fear of utterly destroying the Remainder of my Imperfect health by so many restless Nights and Cares the Improbability of your Return The Coldness of your Passion and the Formality of your last Adieu's Your Weak and frivolous pretences for your departure These with a thousand other Considerations of more weight then profit did all concurre to encourage me in my design if I should find it necessary In fine having only my single self to encounter I could not doubt of the success nor could it enter into my Apprehension what I feel at this day Alas how wretched is my Condition that am not allow'd so much as to divide these sorrows with you of which you your self are the Cause You are the Offender and I am to bear the Punishment of your Crime It strikes me to the very heart for fear you that are now so Insensible of my Torments were never much affected with our mutual delights Yes yes 'T is now a Clear Case that your whole Address to me was only an Artificial disguise You betray'd me as often as you told me how over-joy'd you were that you had got me alone and your Passions and Transports were only the Effects of my own Importunities Yours was a deliberate design to fool me your business was to make a Conquest not a friend and to triumph over my Heart without ever engaging or hazzarding your own Are not you very Unhappy now and at least Ill-natur'd if not ill-bred only to make this wretched use of so Superlative a friendship Who would have thought it possible that such a Love as mine should not have made you happy 'T is for your sake alone if I am troubl'd for the Infinite delights that you have lost and might as easily have enjoy'd had you but thought them worth the while Ah! If you did but understand them aright you would find a great difference betwixt the Pleasure of Obliging me and that of Abusing me and betwixt the Charming felicities of Loving violently and of being so belov'd I do not know either what I am or what I do or what I would be at I am torn to pieces by a Thousand contrary Motions and in a Condition deplorable beyond imagination I love you to death and so tenderly too that I dare hardly wish your heart in the same condition with mine I should destroy my self or die with Grief could I believe your nights and Thoughts as restless as I find Mine your Life as Anxious and disturb'd your Eyes still flowing and all things and people Odious to you Alas I am hardly able to bear up under my own Misfortunes how should I then Support the Weight of yours which would be a Thousand times more grievous to me And yet all this While I cannot bring my self to advise you not to Think of me And to deal freely with you there is not any thing in France that you take pleasure in or that comes near your heart but I 'm most furiously jealous of it I do not know what 't is I write for Perhaps you 'l pitty me but what good will that pitty do me I 'le none on 't Oh how I hate my self when I consider what I have forfeited to oblige you I have blasted my Reputation I have lost my Parents I have expos'd my self to the Lawes of my Country against Persons of my Profession and finally to your Ingratitude the worst of my Misfortunes But why do I pretend to a Remorse when at this Instant I should be glad with all my Soul if I had run ten thousand greater hazzards for your dear Sake and for the danger of my Life and Honour the very thought on 't is a kind of doleful Pleasure to me and all 's no more then the delivery of what 's your own and what I hold most Pretious into your Disposition And I do not know how all these risques could have been better Imploy'd Upon the Whole matter every thing displeases me my Love my Misfortune and alas I cannot perswade my self that I am well us'd even by You. And yet I Live false as I am and take as much pains to preserve my life as to lose it Why do I not die of shame then and shew you the despair of my Heart as well as of my Letters If I had lov'd you so much as I have told you a thousand times I did I had been in my Grave long ere this But I have deluded you and the Cause of Complaint is now on your side Alas why did you not tell me of it Did I not see you go away Am I not out of all hopes of ever seeing you again And am I yet alive I have betray'd you and I beg your pardon But do not grant it though Treat me as severely as you will Tell me that my Passion is Weak and Irresolute Make your self yet harder to be pleas'd Write me word that you would have me die for you Do it I