Gorgo.

Upon my word, my dear Antiphila, I do praise And envy you too, when I see how all your study has been To make your mind as charming and sweet as your face. Lord love you! I’m not surprised at any one wanting to marry you. I see from what you’ve said what kind of person you are; And when I come to think of the sort of life, which you And people like you, lead, who keep admirers off At arms’-length, then no wonder, I say, that you sh^d be Just what you are, and others, like me, so different. Then once your mind made up to share and spend your days With the man whose disposition is most congenial to you, He never leaves you more: for mutual benefits Must bind you so closely, that no misfortune can ever come To cross your love.