Works

While Piozzi was gone to London worked at my Travel Book¹ & wrote it in two Months complete. but ’tis all to correct & copy over again— While My Husband was away I wrote him these Lines he staid just a Fortnight.

I think I've worked exceeding hard
    To finish fivescore pages;
I write you this upon a Card
    In hopes you'll pay my Wages;
The Servants all get drunk and mad,
    This Heat their Blood enrages;
But your Return will make me glad,
    That Hope our pain asswages;
To shew more Kindness we defy
    All Nations and all ages,
And quite prefer your Company,
    To all the seven Sages:
Then hasten home, Oh Haste away!
    And lengthen not your Stages;
We then will sing, and dance, & play
    And quit a while our Cages.—

Footnotes

1. Observations and reflections made in the course of a Journey through France, Italy and Germany. 1789.↩︎