The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor…
“ Lady A. Troth, my lord, My own unworthiness may answer for me; For had you, when I was in my prime, Presented me with this great favour, I could not but have thought it as a blessing, Far, far beyond my merit. Lov. You are too modest. In a word, Our years, our states, our births, are not unequal. If then you may be won to make me happy, But join your hand to mine, and that shall be A solemn contract. Lady A. I were blind to my own good, Should I refuse it; yet, my lord, receive me As such a one; the study of whose whole life Shall know no other object but to please you. ”
