I am resolv’d to begin & end my Letter without so
much as once saying I love you I will not assure you
you are By infinite Degrees dearer to me then Life – that
Heart you took away with you, will Be but too Impertinent
In Reppetions of this nature, & beside I am Determin’d
to make my correspondence as new to you as Posible; as this
Project succeeds, I intend to set about not loveing you
at all – if I can But compass that, tho’ years pass between,
How new shall I be to you, & How intirely so to my Self?
In y^e mean time Bear with me as Nature and you have
made me, & Let me Indulge my self in y^e Pleasure of
loveing you with an Excess of Passion w^ch of all mankind
you alone are a Sufficient Excuse For: you would have look’d
& talk’d like other men, if you had been design’d to Be Lov’d
at a common Rate, I will Do Justice to every feature in
your face, & if Possible Bribe every smile to Declare in favour
of me. My Dearest Angel! My Eternal Delight! May I not
Hope from to morrow some small releif, in this absence from
you, & Happiness, your Inseparable companion? I have been
Well ever since I saw you, & think when I Loose you, all pain
& Uneasiness of Body is Exchang’d for y^t of mind; I have no
Relish for any Conversation but yours – Dear Dearest Creature! will
you own w^th me, there is more real wisdom in y^e very folly of our

[change of orientation]

most Trifling moments, in y^e moments y^o call me Impertinent – then in all y^e morals of Plutarch
or Even y^e Remarks of Pope upon Homer – my only Life adieu! I impatiently expect y^e
Hour that will give you Back to a tenderness too sensibly felt to Be Express’d. My Soul
is yours,
J. Madan.

[f.69v]

May y^e 4 ^th 1725
I enclose 66 Kiss’s for y^t Eye w^th y^e Brown Spot in it, Beside
a thousand to be Dispos’d on as you shall think Fit.

[f.69]

For
Cap^t Madan of the Kings Own Reg^t of
Horse at Witham near
Chelmsford In
Essex

I am resolved to begin & end my Letter without so
much as once saying I love you I will not assure you
you are By infinite Degrees dearer to me then Life – that
Heart you took away with you, will Be but too Impertinent
In Reppetions of this nature, & beside I am Determined
to make my correspondence as new to you as Possible; as this
Project succeeds, I intend to set about not loving you
at all – if I can But compass that, though’ years pass between,
How new shall I be to you, & How entirely so to my Self?
In y^e mean time Bear with me as Nature and you have
made me, & Let me Indulge my self in y^e Pleasure of
loving you with an Excess of Passion w^ch of all mankind
you alone are a Sufficient Excuse For: you would have looked
& talked like other men, if you had been designed to Be Loved
at a common Rate, I will Do Justice to every feature in
your face, & if Possible Bribe every smile to Declare in favour
of me. My Dearest Angel! My Eternal Delight! May I not
Hope from to morrow some small relief, in this absence from
you, & Happiness, your Inseparable companion? I have been
Well ever since I saw you, & think when I Loose you, all pain
& Uneasiness of Body is Exchanged for y^t of mind; I have no
Relish for any Conversation but yours – Dear Dearest Creature! will
you own w^th me, there is more real wisdom in y^e very folly of our

[change of orientation]

most Trifling moments, in y^e moments y^o call me Impertinent – then in all y^e morals of Plutarch
or Even y^e Remarks of Pope upon Homer – my only Life adieu! I impatiently expect y^e
Hour that will give you Back to a tenderness too sensibly felt to Be Expressed. My Soul
is yours,
J. Madan.

[f.69v]

May y^e 4 ^th 1725
I enclose 66 Kiss’s for y^t Eye w^th y^e Brown Spot in it, Beside
a thousand to be Disposed on as you shall think Fit.

[f.69]

For
Cap^t Madan of the Kings Own Reg^t of
Horse at Witham near
Chelmsford In
Essex