Samuel Richardson,
Clarissa Harlowe; or the history of a young lady…
“ This cursed project of Miss Howe and her Mrs. Townsend (if I cannot contrive to render it abortive) will be always a sword hanging over my head. Upon every little disobligation my beloved will be for taking wing; and the pains I have taken to deprive her of every other refuge or protection, in order to make her absolutely dependent upon me, will be all thrown away. But perhaps I shall find out a smuggler to counterplot Miss Howe. Thou remembrest the contention between the Sun and the North-wind, in the fable; which should first make an honest traveller throw off his cloak. ”
