a son to whom I might leave a glorious name, I should consider the matter differently, for, as you know, I love to make no absolute rules of conduct, giving all things that relative importance they seem to deserve and being always willing to change my mind when it appears reasonable so to do.
How much I have to write you which the exiguity of a letter excludes and how glad I am that this renewal of our correspondence gives me not only the benefit of your wisdom and incomparable politeness, but provides me with so sensible a pleasure as talking of myself! By Hercules! you shall hear from me more often than you expect and doubtless more often than you desire.
Vale.
SAILS
The river with its sails is a strip of blue
silk
On which moths have alighted
And cling tilting.
