E. Kirkall fec.
LOVE in Excess;
or the
Fatal Enquiry,
a
NOVEL.
In Three PARTS.
By Mrs. HAYWOOD.
----In vain from Fate we fly,
For first or last, as all must die,
So ’tis as much decreed above,
That first or last, we all must Love.
Lansdown.
The Fourth Edition Corrected.
LONDON:
Printed for D. Browne jun. at the Black Swan withoutTemple Bar. Mdccxxii.
TO
Mrs. Eliz. Haywood,
ON HER
NOVEL
CALL’D
Love in Excess, &c.
Fain wou’d I here my vast Ideas raise,
To paint the Wonders of Eliza’s praise;
But like young Artists where their Stroaks decay,
I shade those Glories which I can’t display.
Thy Prose in sweeter Harmony refines,
Than Numbers flowing thro’ the Muse’s Lines;
What Beauty ne’er cou’d melt, thy Touches fire,
And raise a Musick that can Love inspire;
Soul-thrilling Accents all our Senses wound,
And Strike with softness, whilst they Charm with sound!
When thy Count pleads, what Fair his Suit can flye?
Or when thy Nymph laments, what Eyes are dry?
Ev’n Nature’s self in Sympathy appears,
Yeilds Sigh for Sigh, and melts in equal Tears;
For such Descriptions thus at once can prove
The Force of Language, and the Sweets of Love.
The Myrtle’s Leaves with those of Fame entwine,
And all the Glories of that Wreath are thine?
As Eagles can undazzl’d view the Force