VICKY!(:
to the lady victoria,by my troth, thou art mad. why dost thou smile so, and 'teehee' that oft? methinks thy ailment warrants an excess of REST and PIE. (:
thou hast a heart of a fine frame to pay this debt of love but to a friend, how wilt thou love, when the rich golden shaft hath killed the flock of all affections else that live within thee; when liver, brain, and heart, these sovereign thrones, are all supplied and filled, thy sweet perfections, with one self king! *ahem ahem* heheheheeee
farewell,
she that looks forward to a date with thee,
The Fortunate Happy
posted by 2jo @ 7:13 PM
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