You know the place where I was born, but not, perhaps, that I was born with those complexional faults which strangers charge upon our nation-an extreme lightness of temper, and great inconstancy. Observe, I beseech you, at what expense I endeavour to serve you and think this no small mark of my affection for I am going to present you with the relation of such particulars as it is impossible for me to recollect without piercing my heart with the most sensible affliction. Attend to me a moment, hear but the story of my misfortunes, and yours, Philintus, will be nothing as compared with those of the loving and unhappy Abelard. But my skilful friendship has found out an expedient to relieve you. But all these endeavours have proved useless grief, I perceive, has wholly seized your spirits, and your prudence, far from assisting, seems to have forsaken you. What did I not say to stop your tears? I laid before you all the reasons philosophy could furnish, which I thought might anyways soften the strokes of fortune. THE last time we were together, Philintus, you gave me a melancholy account of your misfortunes I was sensibly touched with the relation, and like a true friend bore a share in your griefs. 472810 The Love Letters of Abelard and Heloise
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