TO M[ARY] L[OCKE]
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Must I write with pen unwilling And describe those graces killing Rightly, which I never saw? Yes—it is the Album's law.
Let me then Invention strain On your excelling charms to feign— Cold is Fiction? I believe it Kindly, as I did receive it, Even as J.F.'s tongue did weave it.