frances - Popular Poems and stories from category

Thou wouldst be loved?--then let thy heart
From its present pathway part not;
Being everything which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.

"MY Fanny,
I have news to tell,
Your diligence quite pleases me;
You've work'd so neatly, read so well,

To their Excellencies the Lords Justices of Ireland,
The humble petition of Frances Harris,
Who must starve and die a maid if it miscarries;
Humble sheweth, that I went to warm myself in Lady Betty's chamber, because I was cold;