I have this moment received your flattering effusion of the 24th.
I never could bear to keep the ladies waiting, even for one moment, and therefore hasten to tell you, that as my hour of trust is so near its close, I issue no more proclamations.
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Why, the Percy might take me, and with his two pocket justices commit me summarily! Gare, then, your coteries. There may be treason in tea drinking. I advise you to look to it.
But, surely, you did not suspect me of inditing in rhyme? You must have found out that I am the most prosaic, perhaps the most prosy (I leave you two full months to decide this latter point) of all representations of royalty.
Be this as may, I will not shine in borrowed plumes any longer. No, my dear Madam, I am as incapable of making a rhyme as of effecting the quadrature of the circle, or of speech making, and this latter misery is daily inflicted upon me.
