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Vienna, Friday
July 14, 1882
Fair mistress, sweet love,
I beg leave to inform you that your gracious letter wherein you allow me to take a pilgrimage to your fair eyes hath made me mighty happy and that I am packing my satchel in order to learn if it be merely a fond glance I can expect from you or a kiss from your lips as well. And in so far as a traveler and stranger enjoys all manner of privileges and rights, you must not take it amiss if I desire more than one. Remember the words of an Anglo-Saxon poet who invented many gay and sad plays and himself acted in them, one William Shakespeare:
Journeys end in lovers meeting,Every wise man's son doth know
and how he goes on to ask:
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;Present mirth hath present laughter;What's to come is still unsure:In delay there lies no plenty;