Your ladyship may well be in amaze, & think either maggot or windmill in my crown, for being a meddler out of my own sphere; yet had I wings, I would fly to your feet, and rely on your justice in hope of pardon. ...
J. W.
[London?,
1710?]
A snide note informing the lady that her "spark" (not the writer) has been giving the glad eye to "a wench in a pink petticoat".
Signed: J. W.
ESTC