For some had absent lovers, all had friends;

The earth has nothing like a she epistle,

And hardly Heaven—because it never ends—

I love the mystery of a female missal,

Which, like a creed, ne'er says all it intends,

But full of cunning as Ulysses' whistle,[MU]When he allured poor Dolon:[700]—you had better

Take care what you reply to such a letter.