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Tongue in the Day-time it shall be kept in, yet how often will it break out in a Dream, and the Tongue betray it self in its sleep?
How miserable is the Lady, frequently wishing she was in the Arms of the Man she loves instead of his Arms, who she is unhappily tyed to? Those ardent Wishes prompting her Desires, she falls into a Slumber, and dreams that it is really so, as she wished it might be.
In the transports of her Imagination her waking Soul commands her Tongue, tho' the whole Organick Body be laid asleep; I say, commands the Tongue to tell the dangerous Truth; she cries out, as in an Extasy, discovers the Affection, and unhappily names the Man: The fair ———, the Toast of the Town, the Beauty of the Beauties, had Admirers enough, was beloved to Madness and Distraction by a throng of Admirers; at last, for the sake of a Settlement, a little more than ordinary large, she quits the generous Ca———, the Lord of her Affections, the only Man in the World that had found the Way into her Heart, and to whom she had made innumerable Vows of Fidelity; I say, quits him with the utmost Rudeness, and throws her self at the Importunities and Commands of her avaritious Parents; I say, throws her self into the Arms of a mean, a course, an unbred, half-taught Citizen, the Son of a rich overgrown Tradesman, himself a Clown, only that he was a Boor of Fortune, can keep her fine, and cause her to ride in a Coach: And what then?
She marries this Lump of unpolished, simple Stuff, and they live Tolerably well for a Time, when one Night, in a Dream, she fan-cied
