Spright that the "g〈r〉een sour ringlets makes whereof the Ewe not bites"1 had manufactured it of the dew fallen on said sour ringlets--I think I could make a nice little A〈l〉legorical Poem called "the Dun"--Where we wo〈u〉ld have the Castle of Carelessness--the Draw Bridge of Credit-- Sir Novelty Fashion' 〈s〉2 expedition against the City of Taylors--&c &c.-- -- -- I went day by day at my Poem for a Month--at the end of which time the other day I found my Brain so overwrought that I had neither Rhyme nor reason in it--so was obliged to give up for a few days-- I hope soon to be able to resume my Work--I have endeavoured to do so once or twice but to no Purpose-- instead of Poetry--I have a swimming in my head--And feel all the effects of a Mental Debauch--lowness of Spirits-- anxiety to go on without the Power to do so which does not at all tend to my ultimate Progression--However tomorrow I will begin my next Month. This Evening I go to Canterbury--having got tired of Margate--I was not right in my head when I came--At Canty. I hope the Remembrance of Chaucer will set me forward like a Billiard-Ball--I am gald to hear of Mr T's health and of the Wellfare of the In-town-Stayers" and think Reynolds will like his trip--I have some idea of seeing the Continent some time in the Summer--
In repeating how sensible I am of your kindness I remain
Your Obedient Servt and Friend--
I shall be very happy to hear any little intelligence in the literrary or friendly way when you have time to scribble.
Messrs Taylor and Hessey.--
Address: Messrs Taylor and Hessey ∣ Publishers ∣ [Fleet Street--
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My dear Sirs,
I must endeavor to lose my Maidenhead with respect____________________