Via Jane Austen’s World.
A young lady’s prayer for a husband, from The New Lady’s Magazine, October 1791:
“From a prophane (profane) libertine, from one affectedly pious, from a profuse almoner, from an uncharitable wretch, from a wavering religioso and injudicious zealot—deliver me.
“From one of starched gravity, or ridiculous levity, from an ambitious statesman, from a restless projector, from one that loves any thing besides me, but what is very just and honourable—deliver me!
“From an extasy’d poet, a modern wit, a base coward, and a rash fool—deliver me!
“From a Venus darling, from a Bacchus proselyte, . . . from all other masculine affectations, not yet recounted—deliver me!
Bitch, please. You should be so lucky.
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