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E PIS T. XVII.
Helen, having received an epistle from Paris, re
turns the following answer: wherein she seems at first to chide lim for bis presumption in writing as he had done, which could only proceed from his low opinion of ber virtue; then owns berself to be sensible of the pasion, which he bad expressed for ber, tho frie much suspected his constancy; and at last discovers ber inclination to be favourable to him: the wlole letter foewing the extreme artifice of womankind.
HEN loose epistles violate chaste
Does this deserve to be rewarded fo?
clear fame with any spot defac'd.
me go ; Were he like you, we had not parted so. Untouch'd the youth restor'd me to my friends, And modest usage made me some amends. 'Tis virtue to repent a vicious deed. Did he repent, that Paris might succeed?
Sure'tis fome fate that sets me above wrongs,
The crown of Troy is pow'rful, I confess;
honor I'll to death maintain,
love moves me, which made you take Such pains, and run such hazards for
sake. I have perceiv'd (tho I dissembled too) A thousand things that love has made you
do. Your eager eyes would almost dazzle mine, In which (wild man) your wanton thoughts would
shine. Sometimes you'd figh, sometimes disorder'd stand, And with unusual ardor press my hand; Contrive just after me to take the glass, Nor would you let the least occasion pass : When oft I fear'd, I did not mind alone, And blushing fate for things which you have done: Then murmur'd to myself, He'll for ny
any thing; I hope 'twas no mistake. Oft have I read within this pleasing grove, Under
my name, those charming words, I love. 1, frowning, seem’d not to believe your flame; But now, alas, am come to write the same. If I were capable to do amiss, I could not but be fensible of this. For oh! your face has such peculiar charms, That who can hold from flying to your arms! But what I ne'er can have without offence, May some blest maid possess with innocence. Pleasure may tempt, but virtue more should
move ; O learn of me to want the thing you love. What you desire is sought by all mankind : As you have eyes,
fo others are not blind. Like you they see, like you my charms adore ; They wish not less, but you dare venture more. Oh! had you then upon our coasts been brought, My virgin-love when thousand rivals fought, You had I feen, you should have had
voice; Nor could my husband justly blame my
choice, For both our hopes, alas! you come too late ; ; Another now is master of my fate.