the same manner, of exercising every other Virtue,
        which he who would not do to any Degree, and that with the utmost
        Rapture, can never deserve the Name of a Lover: It is therefore with a
        View to the delicate Modesty of your Mind that I cultivate it so purely
        in my own, and it is that which will sufficiently suggest to you the
        Uneasiness I bear from those Liberties which Men to whom the World allow
        Politeness will sometimes give themselves on these Occasions.
            Can I tell you with what Eagerness I expect the Arrival of that
        blest Day, when I shall experience the Falshood of a common Assertion
        that the greatest human Happiness consists in Hope? A Doctrine which no
        Person had ever stronger Reason to believe than myself at present, since
        none ever tasted such Bliss as fires my Bosom with the Thoughts of
        spending my future Days with such a Companion, and that every Action of
        my Life will have the glorious Satisfaction of conducing to your
        Happiness.
 
                              4Leonora to Horatio
 
        The Refinement of your Mind has been so evidently proved, by every Word
        and Action ever since I had first the Pleasure of knowing you, that I
        thought it impossible my good Opinion of Horatio could have been
        heightened by any additional Proof of Merit. This very Thought was my
        Amusement when I received your last Letter, which, when I opened, I
        confess I was surprized to find the delicate Sentiments expressed there,
        so far exceeded what I thought could come even from you, (altho' I know
        all the generous Principles human Nature is capable of, are centered in
        your Breast) that Words cannot paint what I feel on the Reflection, that
        my Happiness shall be the ultimate End of all your Actions.
            Oh Horatio! what a Life must that be, where the meanest domestick
        Cares are sweetened by the pleasing Consideration that the Man on Earth
        who best deserves, and to whom you are most inclined to give your
        Affections, is to reap either Profit or Pleasure from all you do! In
        such a Case, Toils must be turned into Diversions, and nothing but the
        unavoidable Inconveniences of Life can make us remember that we are
        mortal.
            If the solitary Turn of your Thoughts, and the Desire of keeping
        them undiscovered, makes even the Conversation of Men of Wit and
        Learning tedious to you, what anxious Hours must I spend who am
        condemn'd by Custom to the Conversation of Women, whose natural
        Curiosity leads them to pry into all my Thoughts, and whose Envy can
        never suffer Horatio's Heart to be possessed by any one without forcing
        them into malicious Designs, against the Person who is so happy as to