Two years ago I rashly accepted a commission from Tring Chamber Music and Paul Barritt, leader of the Hallé orchestra, to write poems to read between movements of Haydn's quartet Opus 51, which meditates on Christ's Seven Last Words. Haydn, commissioned in 1785 by Cádiz cathedral, wrote this music to go between words so it's hard to perform and listen to without some.

Their only real advantage now is that the hypothecary can obtain an order of attachment, […]

Several of the arguments urged in the preceding demonſtration will (mut. mutandis) prevail here; eſpecially thoſe taken from the proportion of the ſexes, mutual jealouſy, and the want of peculiar endearments ariſing from one moſt intimate friend.

a painted lady