Love
To a Lady, telling me I writ too fast
From Amasia (1700), Vol. III
Love
'TWere hard, 'tis true, 'twere very hard indeed,
If I should write more fast than you can read.
My Muses Works, thus, to your Summs amount,
Making more Slaves than ev'n the Eyes can Count.
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Hopkins, John. “To a Lady, telling me I writ too fast.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/hopkins_john/124/.
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Hopkins, John. “To a Lady, telling me I writ too fast.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/hopkins_john/124/.
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