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<PB REF="1" MS="y">
<P><HI>Love's Po&s;ie:</HI> OR, A COLLECTION OF <HI>Seven</HI> and <HI>Twenty</HI> LOVE-LETTERS, BOTH IN <HI>VERSE</HI> and <HI>PROSE;</HI> That lately pa&s;s'd betwixt a GENTLEMAN <HI>and a very Young</HI> LADY <HI>in</HI> FRANCE.</P>
<Q>Ne&s;cio, quid Melius De&s;idio&s;us agas. <BIBL><HI>Mart.</HI></BIBL></Q>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>Jo&s;eph Hindmar&s;h,</HI> at the <HI>Golden Ball</HI> near the <HI>Royal Exchange.</HI> 1686.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="bookplate">
<PB REF="2" MS="y">
<HEAD><ADD>A PLEADER TO THE NEEDER WHEN A READER.</ADD></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><ADD>AS all, my friend, through wily knaves, full often suffer wrongs,</ADD></L>
<L><ADD>Forget not, pray, when it you've read, to whom this book belongs.</ADD></L>
<L><ADD>Than one Charles Clark, of Totham Hall, none to't a right hath better,</ADD></L>
<L><ADD>A <HI>wight,</HI> that same, more <HI>read</HI> than some in the lore of old <HI>black</HI>-letter.</ADD></L>
<L><ADD>And as C. C. in <HI>Essex</HI> dwells&mdash;a shire at which all laugh&mdash;</ADD></L>
<L><ADD>His books must, sure, less fit seem drest, if they're not bound in <HI>calf!</HI></ADD></L>
<L><ADD>Care take, my friend, this book you ne'er with grease or dirt besmear it;</ADD></L>
<L><ADD>While none but awkward <HI>puppies</HI> will continue to <HI>"dog's</HI>-ear" it!</ADD></L>
<L><ADD>And o'er my books when book-<HI>worms "grub,"</HI> I'd have them understand,</ADD></L>
<L><ADD>No marks the margins must de-<HI>face</HI> from any busy <HI>"hand!"</HI></ADD></L>
<L><ADD>Marks, as re-marks, in books of Clark's, when e're some critic spy leaves,</ADD></L>
<L><ADD>It always him so <HI>wasp</HI>-ish makes, though they're but on the <HI>fly</HI>-leaves!</ADD></L>
<L><ADD>Yes, if so they're used, he'd not de-<HI>fer</HI> to <HI>deal</HI> a fate most meet&mdash;</ADD></L>
<L><ADD>He'd have the soiler of his <HI>qu'res</HI> do penance in a <HI>sheet!</HI></ADD></L>
<L><ADD>The Ettrick <HI>Hogg</HI>&mdash;ne'er deemed a <HI>bore</HI>&mdash;his candid mind revealing,</ADD></L>
<L><ADD>Declares, to beg "a <HI>copy"</HI> now's a mere pre-<HI>text</HI> for stealing!</ADD></L>
<L><ADD>So, as some knave to grant the loan of this my book may wish me,</ADD></L>
<L><ADD>I thus my book-<HI>plate</HI> here display, lest some such "fry" should <HI>dish</HI> me!</ADD></L>
<L><ADD>&mdash;But hold,&mdash;though I again declare WITH-holding I'll not <HI>brook,</HI></ADD></L>
<L><ADD>And "a <HI>sea</HI> of trouble" still shall take to bring book-worms "to <HI>book!"</HI></ADD></L>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="7" MS="y">
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<HEAD>Programma Interpretis AD Libellum.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>Q&V;IN jam, Blandule, &s;ive tu Libelli,</L>
<L>Sen Nati titulo velis vocari,</L>
<L>Exi jam Gremio, proterve, no&s;tro.</L>
<L>Satis de Genibus tener Paternis</L>
<L>Ri&s;i&s;ti: Satis in&s;olente circum</L>
<L>Lu&s;i&s;ti patrios manu Capillos;</L>
<L>Qu&ograve;d vel laetior adfuit <HI>Camoena,</HI></L>
<L>Vel Rhythmum mal&egrave; vindicavit unguis.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nee j&agrave;m re&s;pue <HI>Filii Popelli</HI></L>
<L>Nomen: Abdico te tuo&s;que mores.</L>
<L>Tu for&s;an Populo placere juxt&agrave;</L>
<L>Focos <HI>Idalios</HI> potes &s;edenti,</L>
<L>Qui cunctam <HI>Veneris</HI> &s;acrae Favillam</L>
<L>In magnas &s;olet aggravare Flammas,</L>
<L>I&s;tas, Improbe, quas merere Flammas.</L>
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<PB REF="9">
<L>Quid dixi? Improbulo tibi nec Ignes</L>
<L>In&s;ani <HI>Venerum Cupidinumque,</HI></L>
<L>Nec in&s;unt <HI>Aloy&s;iae</HI> Camini.</L>
<L>At <HI>Ve&s;tae Venus</HI> e&s;t tibi Sacerdos,</L>
<L><HI>Ve&s;tales</HI> refovens Amoris ignes,</L>
<L>Corde hinc <HI>Iridos,</HI> ind&egrave; vel <HI>Timandri.</HI></L>
<L>O quae gaudia pura &s;pirat <HI>Ille!</HI></L>
<L>O quae gaudia pura &s;pirat <HI>Illa!</HI></L>
<L>Qu&agrave;m molles animi &s;ubit Ille poenas,</L>
<L>Quas qu&agrave;m callida di&s;cit Illa lentas!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Exi, Blandule: Nunc utra&s;que narra:</L>
<L>Et c&ugrave;m nil ni&s;i contines Amorem,</L>
<L>Lectoris tibi quaere &s;is Amorem.</L>
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<DIV1 TYPE="letter">
<PB N="1" REF="9">
<HEAD>The Introductory LETTER, TO THE <HI>Right Honourable, the Lady</HI> D.</HEAD>
<Q>YOU command me, <HI>Ma|dam,</HI> to &s;end you the Letters of <HI>the young Iris,</HI> together with my own. The la&s;t I cannot pre|&s;ume to refu&s;e you, becau&s;e I am ma&s;ter of them; and the others you have honour'd with &s;o much e&s;teem, that it will be ever reputed glorious to the young <HI>Iris,</HI> to have gotten &s;o Illu&s;trioius a &s;uffrage as yours,
<PB N="2" REF="10">in her Favour. 'Tis true, towards the inducing me to put into your hands tho&s;e Letters, of which &s;he wou'd have me make an eternal My&s;tery, you have taken me by the weaker &s;ide; you have given them Prai&s;es &s;o complemental, <HI>Madam,</HI> and yet &s;o ju&s;t, that tho I had re|&s;olv'd to conceal them from all the re&s;t of the World, you con|&s;train me now to put 'em forth to the open view; &s;o &s;weet and taking a thing is it, to hear that valued which we love, e&s;pecially by a Per&s;on of your incomparable Merits, who&s;e Wit is &s;o &s;harp and delicate, that I cannot bet|ter reward this e&s;teem than by the thing it &s;elf. You will &s;ee here an Intrigue, that began perfectly out of meer &s;port and pa&s;time, but terminated on my part only with the conque&s;t of my Heart, without di&s;turbing
<PB N="3" REF="10">that mo&s;t lovely Creature's, who made but too good a de|fence, for my repo&s;e. This con|fe&s;&s;ion, <HI>Madam,</HI> is not much to my Honour: But however, it is not inglorious for a Man to make an open acknowledgment, <HI>That</HI> he loves that which de|&s;erves to be belov'd. Six whole Months as well counted, as ever the Calendar counted them, I have &s;pun out in &s;incere and hearty Love; this every Man in the World wou'd not have done. And, tho <HI>Celadon</HI> (who is dead and gone) nor his Ex|ample be very modi&s;h in the Age, wherein we live, I have met with a certain &s;ort of Peo|ple, that have made me tread in his &s;teps; and, my heart as free and ill-principl'd as it is, could not keep from a&s;&s;uming &s;omewhat more Tenderne&s;s than Rea&s;on, for a young Thing, that
<PB N="4" REF="11">had none at all. I mean Tenderne&s;s; &s;ince of Rea&s;on &s;he had an infinite deal, as you have &s;een by her Letters. You have an huge mind to know her, and you de&s;ire her Picture of me. I que&s;tion, whether I have Abilities &s;ufficient to draw a faithful Image of her: Never|thele&s;s, I will do it without any Adulation, and any manner of Addition, or to the Lines of her Vi&s;age, or tho&s;e of her Mind.</Q>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>The <HI>Portraiture</HI> of <HI>Iris.</HI></HEAD>
<P>The turn of her Face is Oval; her Complexion fair and even; the Trammels of her Hair of an admirable Light colour, as well as her Eye brows. Excellently well proportion'd is her No&s;e, which gives a very fine Air to the Face: Her Mouth, neither too great nor too little; her Lips of a
<PB N="5" REF="11">clear and beautiful Red; her Teeth white; her Eyes blew, great, and well-pa&s;&s;ag'd, full of fire and brisk|ne&s;s, temper'd with an attractive lan|gui&s;hing: And, all this is &s;upport|ed by the coolne&s;s of a Neck of &s;ixteen years, the be&s;t fram'd that ever was &s;een, and of a dazling whitene&s;s, as well as her Arms and Hands. For her Stature, &s;he is rather of a great than little pitch, almo&s;t approaching to a <HI>Roman</HI> Empre&s;s; but then, it is &s;o neat, &s;o free, &s;o di&s;engag'd, that there are few the like. She hath &s;o no|ble an Air in her Walk and her Carriage, and &s;omething &s;o very di&s;tingui&s;hing in her whole Per|&s;on; that, tho &s;he po&s;&s;e&s;&s;es not &s;ome &s;trokes that are delightful, yet &s;he has &s;uch as make great Impre&s;&s;ions: So that, tho we can|not &s;ay, &s;he is of the member of tho&s;e Beauties, that jump at, and &s;mite the Eyes, yet we may ea&s;ily
<PB N="6" REF="12">perceive, that hers goeth &s;traight to the Heart. But above all, &s;he has an odd &s;ort of pretty Air, which is very difficult to be de&s;crib'd, and &s;eems rather to catch us, than we can tell, how to overtake it.</P>
<L>A <HI>certain carele&s;s</HI> &s;liding Air</L>
<L>Draws us <HI>aright</HI> her <HI>Character:</HI></L>
<L>With <HI>all</HI> their piercing <HI>Light</HI> her <HI>Eyes</HI></L>
<L>[<HI>Such</HI> as is <HI>&s;hot</HI> from <HI>Morning</HI> skies;]</L>
<L>Would <HI>&s;peak</HI> in <HI>earne&s;t:</HI> But, <HI>ala&s;s!</HI></L>
<L>Her <HI>Heart, in&s;en&s;ible,</HI> doth pa&s;s</L>
<L>On them a <HI>Tyrannous</HI> &s;trict <HI>Command,</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>Night</HI>'s dark <HI>&s;ilence</HI> wrapt to <HI>&s;tand.</HI></L>
<L>But &s;till, much <HI>Trouble</HI> they <HI>&s;u&s;tain</HI></L>
<L>In doing <HI>this,</HI> nor can <HI>refrain,</HI></L>
<PB N="7" REF="12">
<L>For all their high <HI>Indifference,</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>&s;peak</HI> a <HI>Language</HI> in <HI>&s;uch</HI> &s;ence,</L>
<L>As doth not <HI>look</HI> like <HI>Indolence.</HI></L>
<L>If only her &s;weet <HI>Mouth</HI> obeys,</L>
<L>To make a <HI>fair amends,</HI> &s;he <HI>&s;ays</HI></L>
<L><HI>More</HI> in this <HI>&s;wimming Air,</HI> than <HI>we</HI></L>
<L>Can <HI>think,</HI> and <HI>thinks</HI> more than we <HI>&s;ee.</HI></L>
<P>"This is what I had to &s;ay con|cerning her Per&s;on. As to her Wit, it has &s;o &s;trangely &s;urpriz'd me, that I am hardly yet come to my &s;elf. I cou'd not comprehend, how a young Per&s;on between Fif|teen and Sixteen, without Study and the World; could have, in the furthermo&s;t Corner of the Coun|try, all the Politene&s;s of a Court, an inconceiveable Flame and &s;trength of mind, an un-parallel'd delicacy and penetration, a mo&s;t pure, de|fecate and &s;ubtile di&s;cernment. Of
<PB N="8" REF="13">every thing, &s;he &s;peaks &s;o well and &s;o ju&s;tly, without any Fore-learn|ing; that Nature &s;eems to have made a large&s;s to her, of what|ever a long Study and Meditation doles out by degrees to others. Her terms, very proper and accurately cho&s;en; her thoughts, &s;o new, &s;o particular, that they rai&s;e our A&s;toni&s;hment and Admiration. A &s;canty reading hath &s;erv'd her in|&s;tead of all the expedients u&s;ed by others: An immen&s;e Fund of Wit, a mo&s;t lively Imagination, and a &s;harp &s;ighted and nice Judgment, the&s;e compleat her Character Some|times, &s;he has &s;uch &s;allies in Con|ver&s;ation, as it is impo&s;&s;ible to fol|low. She takes a &s;ingular plea&s;ure in holding Paradoxes, and with great facility &s;he commonly at|tains her end. She writes, as you have &s;een, that is to &s;ay, with an inchanted daintine&s;s. She compo|&s;eth Ver&s;es &s;o ea&s;ily, and winds 'em
<PB N="9" REF="13">&s;o well, that nothing can be per|form'd better. Her Pro&s;e is clever and adequate; her thoughts all Originals; conci&s;e her Style; her expre&s;&s;ions Noble and Great: All which is accompanied with a Fa&s;hion and a Character, that is wholly peculiar, and gives the grace and reli&s;h to every thing. From others &s;he borrows nothing, but only imitates her &s;elf. For her Soul, it is large, good, and generous; very kind to its Friend, but very unkind to its Lover. Its humor is unequal enough of con|&s;cience; and this is the &s;hadow to the Picture. This inequality ari&s;es from the over-great Mix|ture of fire in her mind. As to her Heart, with its Appendages, I can &s;ay nothing to it: It is now three years I have been Studying it, and yet I am not acquainted with it. However, it talks, as if it knew very much; but yet it &s;ighs
<PB N="10" REF="14">no more, than if it was the meer|e&s;t Ignorant in the World. It is as curious, as her Wit: And, if it had but &s;omewhat more tender|ne&s;s, I think, I may &s;ay upon the word of an hone&s;t Man, it wou'd be indi&s;putably the lovelie&s;t Heart upon Earth. Notwith&s;tanding which, tho it defends it &s;elf, I believe its di&s;po&s;ition naturally tender enough: (the true di&s;po&s;i|tion of an Heart, well de&s;cended;) But it guards it &s;elf with &s;o much care, that frequently we know not what to believe. However, we meet with a Pa&s;&s;ion every where di&s;per&s;ed in her Writings, which appears inimitable; and doubtle&s;s, if her Heart has none, yet, her Wit gives very many, and very evident Demon&s;trations of it.</P>
<PB N="11" REF="14">
<L>If we <HI>view</HI> Lovely <HI>Iris</HI> with <HI>nice</HI> Eyes,</L>
<L>Or her <HI>Heart</HI> rea&s;ons, or her <HI>Rea&s;on</HI> &s;ighs:</L>
<L><HI>Sometimes,</HI> we might <HI>believe</HI> her <HI>real Love;</HI></L>
<L>But that <HI>&s;u&s;picion</HI> &s;oon <HI>de&s;pair</HI> does prove.</L>
<L>Seeing her <HI>Au&s;tere</HI> humor, it <HI>retires;</HI></L>
<L>And with our <HI>frailty</HI> if her <HI>Eye</HI> con&s;pires</L>
<L>In the <HI>dire Trea&s;on,</HI> we mu&s;t needs <HI>confe&s;s</HI></L>
<L>From a <HI>fierce Glance,</HI> that her <HI>Heart</HI> hath no <HI>le&s;s</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>Rea&s;on,</HI> than her <HI>Rea&s;on Tenderne&s;s.</HI></L>
<Q>This is, <HI>Madam,</HI> the Pour|traiture of the young <HI>Iris:</HI> I have drawn it coar&s;ely and ill|favour'dly; to Love it belongs to put the la&s;t hand to it. Pro|vided he repleni&s;hes her Heart
<PB N="12" REF="15">with a true Pa&s;&s;ion as he has fill'd mine, I &s;hall not be unhappy; and &s;ince &s;he is unwilling to be &s;en&s;ible of any tenderne&s;s, but in Draught and Picture, &s;uch as you &s;ee it in her
<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">18, &amp; 19.</NOTE> Letters; all that I wi&s;h</Q>
<L>Is, that her <HI>tenderne&s;s</HI> in <HI>draught,</HI></L>
<L>Of &s;uch a <HI>Nature</HI> may be <HI>wrought;</HI></L>
<L>As <HI>Love</HI> frames, not to be <HI>effac'd</HI></L>
<L>By <HI>time,</HI> but with the <HI>Soul</HI> to <HI>la&s;t.</HI></L>
<Q>This is the Repre&s;entation of her Per&s;on: But in good truth, I have taken &s;o much plea&s;ure in writing to her, and receiving her Letters; and, the&s;e have rais'd &s;o much Admiration in every thing at Court, that is Judging, delicate, and curious, that I have made my &s;elf as many Rivals, as I had Auditors of the&s;e &s;tupendous Letters. You
<PB N="13" REF="15">know it very well, <HI>Madam,</HI> (and this is it, that hath contributed to my undoing:) Such Temp|tations are there in hearing eve|ry where the Encomiums of &s;uch Per&s;ons, with whom our Hearts are pre po&s;&s;e&s;s'd, and this way a Man does &s;o throughly under|&s;tand their Worth, that he wil|lingly abandons him&s;elf to his own Inclination. It is very happy for me, that &s;he continues &s;till in the Country; For, otherwi&s;e, I &s;hould have here &s;uch Rivals of Blood and Merit, as without contradiction wou'd make me tremble, if my &s;elf had not at lea&s;t the advantage of places I that are almo&s;t acce&s;&s;ible to the mo&s;t Wor&s;hipful of my Fellow Can|didates. The young <HI>Iris</HI> has chid me extremely for my indi&s;|cretion in &s;hewing her Letters, which &s;he looks upon only as a piece of Sport and Recreation.
<PB N="14" REF="16">Her. I &s;atisfy'd with &s;uch good Rea&s;ons, as I &s;hall not repeat in this place. It behoved me indeed to keep them private, &s;ince my Pa&s;&s;ion was di&s;appoin|ted, and came &s;o &s;curvily off: But, her Glory I have preferr'd before my own; and, I fancy, &s;he ought not to be ungrateful to me, for taking care, that the &s;uperlative Products of her Wit and Pen be recommended to the admiration of a Party, the mo&s;t clear headed in <HI>France,</HI> who have &s;tood amaz'd at her. I have plac'd her Letters in the &s;ame order I received them: And, as I have had but very few &s;ights of her, and have tarried but very little in the Province, where &s;he makes her abode; I have rang'd them in their natural or|der, according to the times they were &s;ent me. I have now and then made &s;ome Remarks and
<PB N="15" REF="16">Annotations, by unfolding the Subject-matter of &s;ome of 'em, and hinting the different Models of the Ver&s;es, &s;o that you might have the clearer Ideas of their Beauty. Thus, <HI>Madam,</HI> I have endeavour'd to obey you with all the exactne&s;s, &s;o much due to you, and to render a faithful account of all the Circum&s;tances belonging to an innocent Com|merce, of which the young <HI>Iris</HI> bore away all the glory. But, if hereby, I create any trouble to <HI>Iris,</HI> I hope, <HI>Madam,</HI> you will be re&s;pon&s;ible for it: Yet, what ever happen, I beg of you to believe, that with the mo&s;t profound Re&s;pect I &s;hall ever be,</Q>
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<CLOSER><SALUTE>Madam,</SALUTE>
<SIGNED><HI>Your mo&s;t,</HI> &amp;c.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<PB N="16" REF="17">
<HEAD><HI>TIMANDER</HI> to the young <HI>IRIS.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Fir&s;t Letter.</HEAD>
<P>DO you remember, that you took me ye&s;terday at my Word? That you accepted of me for your Ma&s;ter, and that you are my Scholar? And, in &s;hort, do you remember, That you are to put into my hands the lovelie&s;t Heart in the World, to be in&s;tructed in the mo&s;t diverting Pa&s;&s;ion, that can be imagin'd? For my &s;hare, I &s;tand in no need of having my Memory refre&s;h'd, that I have &s;een you, or concerning the Promi&s;e I made you: And be&s;ides, I feel my &s;elf very much di&s;pos'd to make it good, Undoubtedly, there will be a va&s;t deal of plea|&s;ure in documentizing &s;uch an a|miable
<PB N="17" REF="17">Simpleton: But I fore&s;ee, it will not be without trouble. If I have any skill in Phy&s;iognomy, you look as if your Heart was harder than your Head: But, 'tis no matter, I mu&s;t be always in|culcating a Le&s;&s;on of Tenderne&s;s.</P>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>To <HI>teach</HI> you, what I <HI>know</HI> too <HI>well,</HI></L>
<L>For me an <HI>ea&s;ie Chapter</HI> it will be:</L>
<L>And You, tho <HI>you</HI> could only <HI>&s;pell,</HI></L>
<L>May <HI>read</HI> and <HI>Practi&s;e</HI> the <HI>Lines</HI> after <HI>me.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>One <HI>Ble&s;&s;ed weakne&s;s</HI> in us <HI>both,</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>both</HI> mu&s;t the &s;ame <HI>fears</HI> breath and <HI>de&s;ires:</HI></L>
<L>And lea&s;t I be <HI>accus'd</HI> of <HI>floath,</HI></L>
<L>Your <HI>Gleams</HI> upon me I'll encrea&s;e to <HI>fires.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<PB N="18" REF="18">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>And <HI>pre&s;ently</HI> to learn your <HI>part,</HI></L>
<L>Mo&s;t <HI>con&s;tant</HI> at my <HI>Le&s;&s;ons</HI> you mu&s;t <HI>be:</HI></L>
<L>And if you <HI>get</HI> them <HI>once</HI> by <HI>heart,</HI></L>
<L>I'll fix <HI>them</HI> and <HI>my &s;elf</HI> &s;afe in your Memory.</L>
</LG>
<P>This is enough for the fir&s;t time, my pretty Ignorance; and if you make good Progre&s;s in the&s;e three Le&s;&s;ons, you will &s;oon know as much as your Ma&s;ter, if not put him quite down.</P>
<L>But, what? <HI>methinks,</HI> you have the <HI>mien</HI></L>
<L>Of a <HI>Di&s;ciple</HI> truly <HI>Libertine:</HI></L>
<L>And in your <HI>Eyes</HI> I plainly <HI>&s;ee.</HI></L>
<L>Your reatchle&s;s <HI>Heart</HI> will a meer <HI>Truant</HI> be;</L>
<L>Your <HI>Heart</HI> will take its own <HI>wild &s;wing</HI></L>
<L>In &s;pight of <HI>Ma&s;ter, Le&s;&s;on &mdash; Any thing.</HI></L>
<PB N="19" REF="18">
<P>However, if you de&s;ire to make &s;omething of the bu&s;ine&s;s, proceed in &s;uch wi&s;e, as not to let your Wit intermeddle with the Nego|tiations of your Heart: For, that is too &s;ly and &s;earching, to enter into Corre&s;pondence with me.</P>
<L>Yes, tho to <HI>me</HI> this <HI>Wit</HI> be all o'er <HI>Charm,</HI></L>
<L>Let it not <HI>tamper</HI> with <HI>hid My&s;te|ries:</HI></L>
<L>For, in <HI>Love,</HI> where <HI>all</HI> above <HI>Rea|&s;on</HI> flies,</L>
<L>Rea&s;on, <HI>as in</HI> Religion, <HI>doth much</HI> Harm.</L>
<P>If you follow the&s;e Maxims, I make no doubt, but you will be notable good at Pa&s;&s;ion in a little time. Con&s;ult your own Heart young <HI>Iris,</HI> and ask it, whether it wou'd prefer its Ignorance, which is a true &s;tate of Lethargy, to a Science, from which it might de|rive
<PB N="20" REF="19">a thou&s;and Plea&s;ures. I am certain, if it knew the &s;weetne&s;s, there is, in loving &s;omething, and the delights of a true amorous A&s;&s;ociation, it wou'd no longer remain in this Error, but you wou'd one day repeat to your &s;elf the burthen of <HI>Galathea</HI>'s Song, which I &s;ung to you ye&s;terday.</P>
<P><HI>To know all, is good,</HI> &amp;c.</P>
<P>How happy &s;hou'd I be, if I cou'd &s;peak to you almo&s;t in the &s;ame Air!</P>
<L>One day the <HI>Heart</HI> of a <HI>bright Creature,</HI></L>
<L>(Who&s;e every <HI>thought,</HI> and every <HI>Feature</HI></L>
<L>Would <HI>adver&s;e</HI> Elements <HI>in&s;pire,</HI></L>
<L>And even teach <HI>Water</HI> to love <HI>Fire)</HI></L>
<L>Of a <HI>learn'd Ma&s;ter</HI> did approve,</L>
<L>T' <HI>in&s;truct</HI> her in the <HI>Art</HI> of <HI>Love:</HI></L>
<PB N="21" REF="19">
<L>Though all the <HI>Light,</HI> he had i'th' <HI>&s;ame,</HI></L>
<L>Was <HI>drawn</HI> (as &s;ome think) from her <HI>flame.</HI></L>
<L>This <HI>Ma&s;ter</HI> through his <HI>Tenderne&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>Which he <HI>declar'd</HI> in his <HI>Addre&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>Made her <HI>repeat</HI> ince&s;&s;antly;</L>
<L>How <HI>&s;weet</HI> it is to <HI>Love</HI> and <HI>&s;igh,</HI></L>
<L>How <HI>&s;weet</HI> it is, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></L>
<Q>This, <HI>Madam,</HI> was the fir&s;t of my Love-Epi&s;tles, that I wrote to her. She wou'd by no means an&s;wer it: That &s;ole Propo&s;ition of e&s;tabli&s;hing a mutual and gal|lant Intelligence &s;poil'd all, and affrighted the young Maiden. I endeavour'd to remove the&s;e difficulties, which were not over-bulkly. I gave her to un|der&s;tand, that &s;uch an affair wou'd be of great &s;ervice to fa&s;hion her Wit, to give it an agreeable &s;hape, and it wou'd only prove an innocent and
<PB N="22" REF="20">harmle&s;s amu&s;ement, that cou'd have no &s;uch &s;taggering con&s;e|quence. In brief, after many Arguments and In&s;tances, I prevail'd with her to re&s;olve to make me a reply, which was this: It begins with that Copy of Ver&s;es, you have already commended, for the pretty Country-&s;onnetti&s;m in them, which runs very neatly upon one word, tho the mea&s;ures of the Ver&s;e be Irregular.</Q>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="2" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="23" REF="20">
<HEAD><HI>IRIS,</HI> her An&s;wer to <HI>TIMANDER.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Second Letter.</HEAD>
<L>WEll, well, <HI>Timander!</HI> 'twixt us <HI>two,</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>hear</HI> a Lover,'s <HI>much</HI> for a <HI>young Maid:</HI></L>
<L>Of un <HI>Intrigue</HI> the <HI>Ground work</HI> will be <HI>laid;</HI></L>
<L>And then, what &s;hall I <HI>do,</HI></L>
<L>Or will you <HI>think</HI> of &s;uch a <HI>fond</HI> con|&s;ent,</L>
<L>So very <HI>tender,</HI> and <HI>impertinent?</HI></L>
<L><HI>No,</HI> the affair is <HI>&s;uch;</HI></L>
<L>The lea&s;t <HI>Engagement</HI> is a <HI>willing</HI> Ear,</L>
<L>And to take <HI>well,</HI> what's <HI>heard,</HI> I fear</L>
<L>Is too <HI>too much.</HI></L>
<PB N="24" REF="21">
<L>I &s;ee the <HI>danger,</HI> and th' <HI>event</HI> I dread:</L>
<L>But tho I don't much <HI>care</HI> to run into it,</L>
<L>Out of pure <HI>Self-defence</HI> I'll do it,</L>
<L>And <HI>&s;hew,</HI> my <HI>Heart</HI> cannot be <HI>Van|qui&s;hed.</HI></L>
<L>But now, at <HI>fir&s;t,</HI> if it <HI>&s;hould</HI> prove a <HI>Cheat,</HI></L>
<L>It &s;hould be <HI>much,</HI> it would be a <HI>&s;trange Feat.</HI></L>
<P>Seriou&s;ly, I know not, whether I deceive my &s;elf: But methinks, it is for the plea&s;ure of defending my own Heart, that I con&s;ent, you &s;hou'd attack it. I cannot war|rant for its &s;toutne&s;s, upon the Faith of its pa&s;t &s;en&s;le&s;ne&s;s. As never Man did yet attempt upon its peace and quiet; 'tis no wonder, if it has hitherto pre&s;erv'd its Tran|quillity: And it is now a fit time, to put it to the Tryal, at lea&s;t to know, what Mettal it is made of. This courio&s;ity of mine
<PB N="25" REF="21">is &s;omething audacious, and I may thence fall into inconveniences: But, in a word, I believe, it comes to the &s;ame thing, once to have lo&s;t it, or to be evermore afraid of lo&s;ing it, and to put it to no manner of u&s;e at all. The uncer|tainty, I &s;hould lye under, by not knowing, whether it be Tenable or defencele&s;s, wou'd be an eternal Thorn in my &s;ide. Now this is the utmo&s;t Pa&s;&s;ion it &s;elf can do: And laying one Trouble in ba|lance again&s;t another, I prefer that which hath the Reputation of be|ing the mo&s;t plea&s;urable. Upon the whole, it is not undone by a venture: I may be able to retire back with Honour. My Heart (God be prais'd) &s;prings from a Race, wherein &s;ighs have not been much u&s;ed: And, I hope, it will not degenerate from the Antient indifference of its Predece&s;&s;ors. I took it t'other day a&s;ide in private,
<PB N="26" REF="22">and I read a &s;evere Lecture to it: I &s;trictly charged it not to play with Love, &s;ince</P>
<L>For all the <HI>Api&s;h tricks,</HI> which <HI>Love</HI> does <HI>play</HI></L>
<L>With <HI>tho&s;e</HI> that <HI>go</HI> to his <HI>Free-School,</HI></L>
<L>Yet to their <HI>&s;erious co&s;t</HI> they <HI>find</HI> one day,</L>
<L>There is no <HI>je&s;ting</HI> with the <HI>Fool.</HI></L>
<P>It has promis'd me faithfully to obey my Orders, and to make grea|ter u&s;e of my Le&s;&s;ons than of yours. After this, I imagin my &s;elf in a condition good enough, to &s;end you a defiance: All your tenderne&s;&s;es and all your A&s;&s;iduities may do their wor&s;t; chu&s;e, whether you will continue them or no. The glory lies equal between us, you to make a Conque&s;t of me, and I of you, without any &s;elf-engagement. Let us try, who &s;hall get the Honour:
<PB N="27" REF="22">To the intent, at lea&s;t, that the Scholar may always remain Mi&s;|tris of her Ma&s;ter.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="3" TYPE="letter">
<HEAD><HI>TIMANDER</HI>'s An&s;wer to the young <HI>IRIS.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Third Letter.</HEAD>
<P>YOU have &s;o much Wit, that you are ready to make me lo&s;e that pittance I have left. To that degree, I am &s;urpriz'd at the vivacity, I found in your <HI>Billet,</HI> that I know not, where I am. What an Impre&s;&s;ion have you made up|on my Heart? I am mad both at you, and at my &s;elf; at you, for finding &s;o much in you; at my &s;elf, for finding my &s;elf &s;o &s;en&s;ible of it. 'Tis plain, &s;uch a Scholar as you, knows more than &s;uch a Ma&s;ter as I am; and this hath
<PB N="28" REF="23">a&s;toni&s;h'd me, at your Age. But to an&s;wer your Letter: If you ta&s;t not the plea&s;ure of that charm|ing perplexity, which is fam'd for being the mo&s;t diverting, all your Life will be pe&s;ter'd with an in|difference, that will weigh you down &s;ome time or other. You are to risk your Heart, only to loo&s;e it: And if you would come off with Honour, pur&s;ue the&s;e dictates.</P>
<L>What does the lovely <HI>Iris</HI> mean to <HI>do?</HI></L>
<L>All <HI>armed</HI> Rigour mu&s;t be <HI>laid</HI> a&s;ide;</L>
<L>Her Heart <HI>un-gari&s;&s;on'd</HI> mu&s;t <HI>abide,</HI></L>
<L>When it <HI>lets in</HI> a Man to <HI>Woo.</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>Love</HI> are no <HI>Alarms,</HI> but <HI>all</HI> is <HI>Tame,</HI></L>
<L>And, to <HI>come off</HI> with <HI>Honour,</HI> is a <HI>&s;hame.</HI></L>
<P>Wherefore, do not any longer brag of the hardne&s;s of your Heart, nor of the un-common u&s;e of &s;ighs
<PB N="29" REF="23">among the Gentlemen, your An|ce&s;tors: For, I can convince you in two words, of the contrary.</P>
<L>Your <HI>Family,</HI> for <HI>Beauties</HI> &s;o <HI>re|nown'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Degenerate</HI> wou'd have been <HI>&s;ound:</HI></L>
<L>And, had not your <HI>Fore-mothers</HI> lov'd and <HI>&s;igh'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Iris</HI> had been to th' World <HI>deny'd:</HI></L>
<L><HI>I</HI> and the <HI>World</HI> might e'en <HI>&s;igh</HI> out our <HI>Hearts,</HI></L>
<L>For <HI>want</HI> of <HI>one</HI> of its mo&s;t <HI>perfect Parts.</HI></L>
<P>Strive to repair their Honour, with all the ha&s;t you can: Or ra|ther, follow their eminent and glo|rious Examples, and ever let &s;ome Love enter into your heart in ex|pectation of better times; it will exerci&s;e it &s;o prettily, that, I am confident, you will not be un&s;ati&s;|fi'd with it.</P>
<PB N="30" REF="24">
<L><HI>Bear</HI> with the <HI>Foppi&s;h tricks</HI> of that <HI>fond Boy,</HI></L>
<L>Since 'tis <HI>all</HI> only <HI>ductile</HI> Rallery:</L>
<L>And if <HI>&s;ometimes</HI> there &s;ucceed &s;ome <HI>Annoy,</HI></L>
<L>'Tis, as when after <HI>Laughing</HI> much we <HI>Cry.</HI></L>
<P>For, in conclu&s;ion, what can you propound to your &s;elf from Conquering me, unle&s;s I get a Vi|ctory too, in my Turn?</P>
<L>Ah <HI>Barbarous,</HI> me <HI>thus</HI> to <HI>u&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>And ev'n an <HI>intire</HI> thraldom to <HI>refu&s;e!</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>tarni&s;h</HI> with your <HI>Cruelty,</HI></L>
<L>An <HI>half got</HI> Victory,</L>
<L>Tho at your <HI>Feet</HI> the <HI>Pro&s;trate</HI> &s;lave do lye!</L>
<L>For, the <HI>whole Conque&s;t</HI> is <HI>again</HI> to <HI>do;</HI></L>
<L>&V;nle&s;s the <HI>Conqueror</HI> be <HI>Conquer'd</HI> too.</L>
<PB N="31" REF="24">
<Q>Some time after the delivery of this An&s;wer, I continued without &s;eeing her; but it was not without much Affliction and inquietude. I was forward to &s;eek all occa&s;ions of meeting her, but in vain. I was twenty times with a Friend of hers, but could not find her: At length, after fifteen days, who&s;e Minutes I was very indu&s;trious to reckon, I providentially fell into her Company. On her &s;ide, the Conver&s;ation was active, brisk and airy, but &s;omewhat heavy and cumber&s;om on mine. As I was dampt in Spirit, I diverted the di&s;cour&s;e to a Lo|ver's di&s;order, when he wou'd &s;peak, but can find no words proper enough, wherein to utter his mind. At this, &s;he &s;ell a blu&s;hing, and had &s;ome confu&s;ion upon her: Her Letter coming into her mind, where &s;he &s;peaks
<PB N="32" REF="25">of that intricating Trouble, which hath the credit of being the mo&s;t plea&s;ant of all others. I meditated &s;ome revenge upon her: And in a laughing way, &s;hewing her the di&s;order wherein &s;he was, this increas'd it as much again. She, then, ap|pear'd to me far more lovely than ever: I told her, this be|witching Redne&s;s, that had made her &s;o beautiful, did de&s;erve &s;ome Ver&s;es very well. She forbad me to make any: How|ever, the next day, I gave her the en&s;uing Note.</Q>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="4" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="33" REF="25">
<HEAD><HI>TIMANDER</HI> to the young <HI>IRIS.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Fourth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>WHat a &s;en&s;ible joy did the &s;ight of you ye&s;terday afford me! Fifteen days had gone over our heads, while I &s;ought you every where, without finding you: And, all this time, perad|venture, you never dreamt one moment of me. You look'd more lovely, than ever; In the &s;ame in&s;tant, your Eyes told me an hundred pretty things as well as your Mouth: With what emo|tions did I &s;ee 'em? With what plea&s;ure did I hear you, that &s;hort time we were together? But alas! I partook only of this plea&s;ure; and had it not been for that a|miable blu&s;h, that came in to my
<PB N="34" REF="26">Aid, in my revenge upon your indifference. I know not what I &s;hou'd have done. Your per|plexity help'd &s;omewhat to di&s;&s;i|pate mine: And, notwith&s;tanding the Prohibition, you have given me,</P>
<L>I mu&s;t <HI>remember</HI> to my <HI>Prai&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>I did your <HI>blu&s;hes,</HI> my own <HI>Trophies,</HI> rai&s;e:</L>
<L>Which, when, <HI>Fair Shepherde&s;s,</HI> you <HI>call</HI> to <HI>mind,</HI></L>
<L><HI>You</HI> at your <HI>blu&s;hes</HI> will be &s;o <HI>un|kind,</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>&s;ay,</HI> that from <HI>di&s;plea&s;ure</HI> they aro&s;e:</L>
<L>But I have th' <HI>Wit,</HI> a better &s;ource to choo&s;e:</L>
<L><HI>Love,</HI> and not <HI>Indignation</HI> let them <HI>loo&s;e.</HI></L>
<P>Now, will I lay a Wager, at this very moment you are mo&s;t furiou&s;ly angry at me, and you
<PB N="35" REF="26">Colour again, while you read the&s;e Ver&s;es. Take your Gla&s;s quickly into your hands, I conjure you: See, how lovely you appear, and what an over-plus of Beauty an high Colour gives you! Well, I am &s;ure, you will thank me, in private, for having made you blu&s;h.</P>
<L>When tho&s;e <HI>piercing</HI> Eyes we <HI>view,</HI></L>
<L>Divinely <HI>langui&s;hing</HI> in you;</L>
<L>When a <HI>Cre&s;cent Redne&s;s</HI> &s;eeks</L>
<L>A <HI>Seat Triumphant</HI> in your <HI>Cheeks:</HI></L>
<L>Then <HI>know,</HI> that <HI>Love</HI> plays <HI>there</HI> his <HI>Part,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Blu&s;hing,</HI> he <HI>cannot</HI> get <HI>into</HI> your <HI>Heart.</HI></L>
<P>So, &s;o! have not I given an ex|cellent &s;olution of your Reddening? Do not, therefore, any more arm your &s;elf at all points again&s;t me: Do but take away the very cau&s;e of this Redne&s;s, in regard it pro|ceeds only from your &s;hutting the
<PB N="36" REF="27">entrance of your Heart to Love, &s;o that he is con&s;train'd to fly up into your Face.</P>
<L>Thus, <HI>Brighte&s;t Form,</HI> let all your <HI>Anger</HI> go,</L>
<L>And <HI>blu&s;h</HI> not in <HI>Repentance,</HI> that you have <HI>blu&s;ht</HI> &s;o.</L>
<P>I hope, by this time I have ob|tain'd your Pardon. What you told me, ye&s;terday, concerning the Interruption of our Corre&s;pon|dency did not di&s;plea&s;e me: And, forasmuch as I have not the liberty to &s;ee you, at lea&s;t let me have that of writing to you: But, principally,</P>
<L><HI>Sweetne&s;s,</HI> take <HI>Argus</HI> heed of <HI>con|fidents;</HI></L>
<L>Always they <HI>want</HI> or <HI>Faith</HI> or <HI>Sen&s;e.</HI></L>
<PB N="37" REF="27">
<L>Let the <HI>great &s;ecret</HI> &s;till be <HI>&s;uch unknown,</HI></L>
<L>And as 'tis <HI>ours,</HI> &s;till be our <HI>own.</HI></L>
<L>But if a <HI>Third</HI> herein mu&s;t take a <HI>Part,</HI></L>
<L>Let it the <HI>Love</HI> be, that's in <HI>either Heart.</HI></L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="5" TYPE="letter">
<HEAD><HI>IRIS,</HI> her An&s;wer to <HI>TIMANDER.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Fifth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>I Was much &s;urpriz'd ye&s;terday, when I read the Ver&s;es, you made upon my Blu&s;hing, after you had promis'd me &s;olemnly, you wou'd make none. I cannot tell, how to forgive you: But, if you think to qualifie the bu&s;ine&s;s, by &s;aying, That Love &s;eated him&s;elf on my Cheeks, being unable to enter into my Heart, you are
<PB N="38" REF="28">wonderfully mi&s;taken. An ex|cellent Crum, this, of Con&s;olation for me! he might have been in my Heart; I &s;hou'd not have been offended at it: At lea&s;t, he would not have appeared there. But, publickly, before all the World, to climb up on my Face, this way (let me tell you) was &s;omewhat too Triumphant, and by no means agrees with my Con&s;titution. Yet after all, what ever dexterity he pretends to, he has taken his mea&s;ures very unwi&s;ely: For, to enter into a place, where he can|not get free and ready Admi&s;&s;ion, he &s;hould not come into the Vi&s;age, bare fac'd and di&s;clo&s;ed: He ought to travel in by-roads; and, this he may be a&s;&s;ured from me, that, when he &s;hall appear thus, I will defend the pa&s;&s;age. Now, do I imagine you, Friend, in the horrid|e&s;t de&s;peration, that is po&s;&s;ible! neverthele&s;s, recollect your &s;elf,
<PB N="39" REF="28">for I am not &s;o naughty as you wou'd gue&s;s me to be from my Out|&s;ide: And, to &s;peak the truth, a tepid Pa&s;&s;ion would &s;uit very well with me. I would with all my heart know the nature of it: but I cannot as yet &s;ee into the thing. To be plain with you, Ma&s;ter, you teach me nothing at all: I acco&s;ted you, ye&s;terday, with &s;o &s;till and un-interrupted an Air, that, for my particular, I cou'd not keep from being &s;omewhat vex'd at it: 'Tis your fault, and none of mine: And I hope, that to be reveng'd on the Ver&s;es, you compos'd on my blu&s;h|ing, you will permit me to Bomb you with &s;ome few Rhymes.</P>
<Q><PB N="40" REF="29"><TEXT LANG="eng">
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>Irregular</HI> Ver&s;es again&s;t <HI>TI|MANDER.</HI></HEAD>
<L>I've <HI>try'd</HI> it, but I cannot <HI>find</HI> This <HI>trouble</HI> of the <HI>Heart,</HI> they &s;ay's &s;o <HI>&s;weet:</HI></L>
<L>Still all its <HI>Motions</HI> kindly <HI>meet,</HI></L>
<L>Still the &s;ame <HI>unfixt thoughts</HI> are in my mind.</L>
<L>I've <HI>try'd,</HI> but if I can't this <HI>know|ledge</HI> get,</L>
<L>The <HI>Scholar</HI>'s Duty's <HI>done;</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Ma&s;ter</HI> all the <HI>blame</HI> doth fall <HI>upon,</HI></L>
<L>If her <HI>Heart</HI> has been <HI>taught</HI> no <HI>more</HI> as yet.</L>
<L>Of a <HI>fit Age</HI> I am to <HI>Learn:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Adapted</HI> is my <HI>Blo&s;&s;om</HI> to your <HI>turn:</HI></L>
<L>And you may <HI>thank</HI> your <HI>&s;elf,</HI> if I</L>
<L>Still <HI>&s;undging</HI> in my <HI>quiet Ignorance</HI> lye.</L>
<PB N="41" REF="29">
<L>But why &s;uch <HI>ill words</HI> of <HI>indifference?</HI></L>
<L>If any <HI>indifference</HI> be in my <HI>Brea&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>You &s;hould leave <HI>all</HI> to <HI>Time,</HI> or do your <HI>be&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>T' <HI>expell</HI> it thence.</L>
<L>Indeed, <HI>that thing,</HI> which you call <HI>Tenderne&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>Well, have you <HI>Painted</HI> out to me;</L>
<L>And, this <HI>Idea</HI> in its <HI>flouri&s;hing</HI> dre&s;s</L>
<L>My <HI>Heart,</HI> as <HI>blind</HI> as 'tis, doth <HI>love</HI> to <HI>&s;ee.</HI></L>
<L>Yet hath it <HI>&s;till</HI> this great <HI>unhappi|ne&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>&s;ee,</HI> it is not <HI>ble&s;t</HI></L>
<L>With the <HI>Sub&s;tantial</HI> and the <HI>Well|come</HI> Gue&s;t.</L>
<L>Bring <HI>this</HI> to <HI>me,</HI> and al&s;o <HI>bring</HI></L>
<L><HI>Me</HI> into its <HI>Acquaintance,</HI> that I may</L>
<L>No longer in <HI>unlearned</HI> quiet <HI>&s;tay,</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>re&s;tle&s;s</HI> Love may bear me on the <HI>Wing.</HI></L>
<L>'Tis no <HI>great bu&s;ine&s;s,</HI> which I <HI>ask,</HI></L>
<L>Tho this <HI>di&s;order great</HI> I'd have to be;</L>
<L>I'd have all <HI>nature</HI> quite <HI>&s;ubdu'd</HI> in me:</L>
<L><HI>Acquit</HI> your &s;elf, then, of the <HI>task:</HI></L>
<PB N="42" REF="30">
<L>And, &s;ince my Heart <HI>offers</HI> &s;o wil|lingly,</L>
<L>You &s;hall <HI>in&s;truct</HI> it, or &s;hall <HI>tell</HI> it, <HI>why.</HI></L>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT></Q>
<P>This challenge is very Parti|cular: It is, as if I &s;hould ca&s;t my Heart at your Head. But in fine, I am &s;omewhat Vain glorious, and, when I undertake a Thing, I love to go through with it, immediately. If, on &s;uch an occa&s;ion, this for|wardne&s;s be di&s;-allowable, it does not belong to you now to con&s;ider Formalities &s;o Critically: For (not to be tedious) I &s;ee you already di&s;po&s;ed to try once more in my favour the Path of Tenderne&s;s; and it wou'd be rediculous to &s;ee a Man alone in it, where People generally go two and two toge|ther: So that I &s;hall pre&s;ently expect your In&s;tructions, not only for your own Glory but (perhaps) for your Intere&s;t al&s;o.</P>
<Q><PB N="43" REF="30">You have already judg'd, <HI>Madam,</HI> the thoughts of this Letter to be &s;o New and &s;o Singular, that I &s;hall add no|thing further concerning them. I have left the Ver&s;es, as they were written with her own hand, chu&s;ing rather to &s;ee them in their Native and Ori|ginal &s;implicity, than to give a &s;uper&s;luous Poli&s;hing and Adorn|ment to them, which would perhaps &s;poil, or at lea&s;t might alter their Natural e&s;tate, where|in con&s;i&s;ts all their Beauty. But, this was the Rejoinder, which a day or two afterwards I return'd to her Letter.</Q>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="6" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="44" REF="31">
<HEAD><HI>TIMANDER</HI> to the young <HI>IRIS.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Siuth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>I Very heartily pardon the Ver|&s;es, you have written again&s;t me: That fine and polite Lam|poon ought rather to attract my Prai&s;es than my Re&s;entment. I confe&s;s it, I was exceedingly in the wrong to make Love a&s;cend up into your Face; whereby he appeared with too great a Splen|dour: And, as you &s;ay well, he ought to have taken more by ways.</P>
<LG N="1">
<PB N="45" REF="31">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L><HI>I'm</HI> our, <HI>my beauteous</HI> Iris, <HI>cruelly</HI> out: Better <HI>I might have</HI> plac'd <HI>this</HI> Love,</L>
<L><HI>And through</HI> &s;ubtle <HI>by ways</HI> brought it about,</L>
<L><HI>'Till</HI> fixt <HI>at your own</HI> Heart <HI>it</HI> ceas'd <HI>to</HI> move.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Not on the</HI> glorious <HI>Cheek it &s;hould &s;it &s;till,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But little</HI> cunning <HI>Journeys go:</HI></L>
<L>Ob&s;curity <HI>with its own</HI> mind <HI>&s;uits</HI> ill,</L>
<L><HI>And</HI> unre&s;erved <HI>&s;plendour is its</HI> grea|te&s;t <HI>foe.</HI></L>
</LG>
<P>I will undertake, you think, you have not &s;o much Rea&s;on, as you really have. Mo&s;t admirable is the de&s;ire which you &s;ignifie, to be in&s;tructed in Pa&s;&s;ion: 'Tis
<PB N="46" REF="32">good, to &s;atisfie a Curio&s;ity, which ought to be natural to you: But lay it not to my charge, if when you &s;aw me, you felt not the &s;ame trouble, I felt at your approach. If you had given me your Heart, as I had given you mine, you wou'd have been &s;en&s;ible of the &s;ame Emetion with me: And, if you had left it but one moment to my di&s;po&s;al, I engage, it &s;hou'd have receiv'd a great deal of Plea|&s;ure in following my Le&s;&s;ons. Give me leave then, Lady, to try my Poetick faculty in a Repartee to your Ver&s;es.</P>
<LG>
<L><HI>A</HI> quick experience <HI>on</HI> you <HI>to</HI> be&s;tow</L>
<L><HI>Of the Heart's</HI> charming <HI>trouble,</HI> gentle <HI>woe,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which you feel</HI> unknown, <HI>while you</HI> wi&s;ht <HI>for't &s;o;</HI></L>
<L>Indulge <HI>&s;ome</HI> moments <HI>to</HI> Timan|der<HI>'s Song:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nor</HI> that, <HI>nor your</HI> experience <HI>&s;hall be</HI> long.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="1">
<PB N="47" REF="32">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L><HI>This</HI> &s;weet di&s;order <HI>&s;traight &s;hall</HI> &s;pring,</L>
<L>Without <HI>your</HI> knowledge <HI>of the</HI> thing;</L>
<L><HI>Straight &s;hall you</HI> plainly <HI>&s;ee,</HI></L>
<L><HI>He</HI> means <HI>all</HI> hone&s;tly:</L>
<L><HI>Never was</HI> Scholar <HI>more by</HI> Ma&s;ter <HI>lov'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nor than an</HI> Iris <HI>apter</HI> Scholar <HI>prov'd.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L><HI>'Tis very</HI> true, <HI>you'r</HI> all <HI>o'er</HI> fair,</L>
<L>Fair <HI>as bright</HI> &s;impering Ro&s;es <HI>are;</HI></L>
<L><HI>But &s;till with</HI> them <HI>you</HI> mi&s;s</L>
<L><HI>Your own</HI> affecting bli&s;s,</L>
<L><HI>And &s;till with them,</HI> unhappy, <HI>don't</HI> receive</L>
<L>Ought <HI>of the</HI> ble&s;t Impre&s;&s;ions, <HI>which you</HI> give.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L><HI>But if</HI> indifference <HI>is to</HI> thee,</L>
<L><HI>Such</HI> dull <HI>unea&s;ie</HI> Company,</L>
<L>Make <HI>an</HI> exchange <HI>of</HI> Hearts,</L>
<L><HI>Or el&s;e into</HI> two Parts</L>
<L><HI>Cut</HI> mine, <HI>and take it's</HI> Tenderne&s;s <HI>to</HI> you:</L>
<L><HI>Soon will</HI> both halves <HI>be</HI> one whole <HI>in us</HI> Two.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<PB N="48" REF="33">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L><HI>If you'd be</HI> Ignorant <HI>no more,</HI></L>
<L>Enough <HI>I'll give of</HI> Learning<HI>'s &s;tore,</HI></L>
<L><HI>So you your</HI> Heart <HI>do</HI> give,</L>
<L><HI>And then you &s;hall</HI> perceive;</L>
<L><HI>That I'm no</HI> Novice <HI>in this</HI> brave employ,</L>
<L><HI>And &s;ince it</HI> offers fair, <HI>I'll teach you,</HI> why.</L>
</LG>
<P>This defiance is very &s;ingular on my &s;ide: You have la&s;h'd out &s;o far as to &s;ay, that you do as good as ca&s;t your Heart at my Head; but, I will never believe it, till I get it betwixt my Fingers. However, you are in the Right, when you &s;ay, you find me inclin'd once more to &s;hew you the Path of Tenderne&s;s. Neverthele&s;s, take this from me, I am not cut out of an humor to march alone there any long while: It is an High-way which is horrid trouble&s;om, where|in &s;olitude and no Company is cer|tainly very dreadful and dangerous,
<PB N="49" REF="33">I cannot promi&s;e you, according to the frame, I find my Heart in, but it may be robb'd and &s;tripp'd by &s;ome thievi&s;h Eyes or other: But, if yours do but once keep it faith|ful Company, it defies all the Eyes in the World to do it any harm, or &s;o much as to bid it, Stand.</P>
<Q>I was a good while, <HI>Madam,</HI> without &s;eeing her, after I had got this Letter to be put into her hands. An old Uncle of hers, that was a very devout and very moro&s;e Abbot, gave her not all the Liberty &s;he cou'd wi&s;h. I was oftentimes &s;tark mad at the peevi&s;hne&s;s of this old Fel|low and a &s;uper-annuated Aunt, who confining her to her way of living, cou'd by no means agree with our Genious and Di&s;po&s;i|tion. However Patience we mu&s;t have: But a violent un|quietne&s;s began to let me know,
<PB N="50" REF="34">that this &s;ame Corre&s;pondence, which at fir&s;t only appeared to me as a play-thing, was become a real concern of Heart, on my &s;ide. That captivated Liberty, I had to &s;ee and di&s;cour&s;e her, augmented the de&s;ire: That de|&s;ire was &s;ucceeded by a &s;harp and goring inquietude, and that inquietude pre&s;ag'd, what was about to befall me. Notwith|&s;tanding this, as the minds of Lovers are very uncertain, I had a large interval of ea&s;e; I was no more troubled with tho&s;e impetuous Motions; I return'd again to my fir&s;t opinion, that it was all toy and foolery: And, being quite wearied out with not meeting that lovely Per&s;on, even in tho&s;e places, whither our De|votion does regularly call us, I writ to her this Letter.</Q>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="7" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="51" REF="34">
<HEAD>To the young <HI>IRIS.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Seventh Letter.</HEAD>
<P>YOU have not an&s;wered my la&s;t: I cannot &s;et my Eyes upon you, neither are you a whit eager to give me an occa&s;ion. I am per&s;uaded, that to avoid the meeting Men, you neglect the Divine &s;ervice: This does not &s;hew much Devotion. A Man can &s;py you no more at Church, than if you were either <HI>Calvini&s;t</HI> or <HI>Lutheran:</HI> This is an horrid Scandal. Heretofore, I have &s;een you very attentive at Sermon. I am affraid, this hardne&s;s of Heart reaches as far as your Soul it &s;elf: To be &s;o indifferent to all manner of Things, is a very wicked di&s;|po&s;ition with reference to good Thoughts: And it is too much
<PB N="52" REF="35">at one time, to mind neither God nor Man. I fancy my &s;elf to day in a very prone and oppo&s;ite humor to Preach to you a while upon a good many Articles, &s;ince you never look after the Sermons of our Pulpiteers: And, as indif|ference is your Original &s;in, you are to endeavour the de&s;troying it Root and Branch in your Soul: But, I believe, I &s;hall but lo&s;e my time and pains, to make you believe any thing. You are a Profligate Creature [that's certain] having neither Faith nor Con|&s;cience, in point of Love: And, notwith&s;tanding all the Zeal, wherewith I am animated, your Heart has</P>
<L>Got &s;uch an <HI>unbelieving</HI> trick,</L>
<L>That 'tis in <HI>Love</HI> an <HI>Heretick.</HI></L>
<L>Let <HI>Homili&s;ts</HI> &s;ay what they <HI>will,</HI></L>
<L>It is &s;o <HI>hard,</HI> &s;o <HI>rocky</HI> &s;till,</L>
<PB N="53" REF="35">
<L>That no <HI>Impre&s;&s;ions</HI> can be writ</L>
<L>Of <HI>Faith</HI>'s Characters in it.</L>
<P>For all this, I will &s;end you <HI>the Love,</HI> that hath mollified my Soul, and drawn me out of the errors wherein I lay, to Preach to you and direct your judgment for &s;ome time. He will endoctrinate you &s;o tenderly, that I am &s;ure, you will &s;ay, he is an able and a mo|ving Preacher: For there is no Heart &s;o obdurate but he can break: And without que&s;tion, he will bring you to Repentance and a good Mind, if you give him but the lea&s;t Overture into your Heart. You will find, that he is eloquent, that he mo&s;t vi|gorou&s;ly per&s;uades what ever he in&s;inuates, that his thoughts are bold and noble, his Expre&s;&s;ions clean and ju&s;t, and that he infu&s;es into the Souls of his Congregation, a certain &s;weetne&s;s, that draws
<PB N="54" REF="36">and charms them how and whi|ther he plea&s;es, and that convicts Hearts, the mo&s;t hardned in the error of indifference. Be you one of his hearers, fair Heretick! de|part out of the way of Perdition, and enter into the right Path, wherein prede&s;tinated Souls do walk! That is the &s;ure&s;t and mo&s;t plea&s;ant Road, where Love conducts you. <HI>Fiat.</HI></P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="8" TYPE="letter">
<HEAD><HI>IRIS,</HI> her An&s;wer to <HI>TIMANDER.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Eighth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>UPON my Word, a plea&s;ant device: This, and Strata|gem of your Love! Hey day, that he may pay me a Vi&s;it, to take upon him the Habit of a Preacher!
<PB N="55" REF="36">Who could ever know him under this di&s;gui&s;e? Is it the bu&s;ine&s;s of Love to meddle with the Re|formation of Manners? I am &s;ure, he would &s;ay very irregular things on &s;uch an encounter: For, it is none of his Talent, to rea&s;on well. I doubt, he did not reflect &s;uf|ficiently on the qualifications, re|qui&s;ite to &s;uch a <HI>Per&s;on,</HI> and he took this Part at random and in|con&s;iderately: But who looks for any Prudence and Di&s;cretion in him? And be&s;ides, this is not the thing I complain of. Was there any nece&s;&s;ity of u&s;ing a Co|zening trick with an Heart, that had dealt &s;o fairly upon the Square with you? This I wou'd willingly upbraid him him&s;elf withal: But, &s;eeing I was never yet in his Company, and you are extreme|ly familiar with him, I de&s;ire the kindne&s;s of you to deliver the Letter (here enclos'd and &s;uper|&s;crib'd)
<PB N="56" REF="37">your &s;elf into his own Hands.</P>
<LG>
<HEAD>The Epi&s;tle of <HI>IRIS</HI> to Love.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Tho I have not the</HI> Honour <HI>to know</HI> you,</L>
<L><HI>Yet</HI> (pardon <HI>my</HI> Pre&s;umption) <HI>to</HI> write <HI>now</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'm</HI> fixt, <HI>Dear</HI> Love: <HI>For, as you may</HI> remember,</L>
<L><HI>You on the</HI> Ninth-day <HI>of (I</HI> think) Sep|tember;</L>
<L>[Sorry <HI>I am, if I</HI> mi&s;take <HI>a</HI> time,</L>
<L><HI>So</HI> Solemn, <HI>yet I not</HI> mi&s;take <HI>i th'</HI> Rhyme]</L>
<L><HI>To</HI> choo&s;e <HI>a</HI> Ma&s;ter <HI>for me</HI> you <HI>took</HI> care,</L>
<L><HI>Who no</HI> extraordinary <HI>pains doth</HI> &s;pare,</L>
<L><HI>To</HI> make <HI>me</HI> Love <HI>him, and &s;o</HI> acts <HI>his part,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That I mu&s;t</HI> thank <HI>you now with all my</HI> Heart.</L>
<L><HI>Therefore, &s;weet</HI> Sir, <HI>I'll</HI> deal <HI>wi' you like a</HI> Friend:</L>
<L><HI>For, if your</HI> knowledge <HI>does to me</HI> extend,</L>
<L><HI>'Tis but as yet an</HI> Half-acquaintance, <HI>though</HI></L>
<L><HI>It may to' a</HI> greater Stature <HI>one day</HI> grow.</L>
<PB N="57" REF="37">
<L></L>
<L><HI>'Mean time, I'll tell you</HI> this <HI>between us</HI> two;</L>
<L><HI>In the</HI> wide world <HI>there's</HI> one, <HI>that has of</HI> you</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> good opinion; <HI>yet the</HI> Party <HI>once</HI></L>
<L><HI>Could not</HI> your Name <HI>without a</HI> blu&s;h <HI>pro|nounce.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Now, if this</HI> &s;craul <HI>&s;hould</HI> happen <HI>to take</HI> Air,</L>
<L><HI>What</HI> lifted Hands, <HI>what</HI> Clamours <HI>would be</HI> there?</L>
<L>With you, <HI>they &s;ay,</HI> all Corre&s;pondence is</L>
<L>Death and the Devil of all unhappine&s;s;</L>
<L><HI>How</HI> ill <HI>this</HI> &s;ounds? <HI>I've</HI> always <HI>had, 'tis true,</HI></L>
<L><HI>A mo&s;t</HI> particular <HI>e&s;teem for</HI> you:</L>
<L><HI>Ile ne'r</HI> deny<HI>'t: And 'tis my</HI> pre&s;ent <HI>&s;en&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Young</HI> Verdant Hearts <HI>may with</HI> &s;ome <HI>Love</HI> di&s;pence.</L>
<L><HI>You,</HI> Squire, <HI>no doubt, as</HI> knowing, <HI>that an Heart</HI></L>
<L><HI>Finding the</HI> Menace <HI>of your</HI> fatal Dart,</L>
<L><HI>Takes up</HI> defen&s;ive <HI>Arms, and</HI> braves <HI>the</HI> Foe,</L>
<L><HI>With me mo&s;t</HI> wi&s;ely <HI>have not</HI> acted <HI>&s;o,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But</HI> advanc'd <HI>&s;lyly up,</HI> incognito.</L>
<L><HI>But,</HI> Sir Love, <HI>hark you,</HI> one word <HI>in your</HI> Ear!</L>
<L><HI>To</HI> take <HI>on</HI> you <HI>the</HI> rueful <HI>Character</HI></L>
<PB N="58" REF="38">
<L><HI>Of</HI> Go&s;peller, <HI>you</HI> chu&s;e <HI>wrong</HI> fooli&s;h Mea&s;ures:</L>
<L><HI>In bearing</HI> Baxter <HI>there are no</HI> &s;trange Plea|&s;ures.</L>
<L><HI>Not</HI> you <HI>can</HI> fright <HI>one half &s;o</HI> much, <HI>I vow,</HI></L>
<L><HI>As &s;uch</HI> &s;tarch'd Gentlemen <HI>of</HI> awful <HI>brow.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tell me &s;ome fine</HI> &s;weet things, <HI>and I &s;hall</HI>
<NOTE N="&dagger;" PLACE="foot">Cleaveland:</NOTE> wear</L>
<L>Such precious Words, like Jewels, in my Ear:</L>
<L><HI>For I like the lea&s;t</HI> Complement <HI>much</HI> better,</L>
<L><HI>Thau the</HI> be&s;t Sermon <HI>upon Love's</HI> Dead Letter.</L>
<L><HI>No more</HI> &s;uch Fetches: <HI>Try a</HI> nearer <HI>way,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And to my</HI> Heart, <HI>like</HI> Love, <HI>thy</HI> &s;elf <HI>di&s;|play.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Your</HI> Age <HI>is not &s;o</HI> terrible: <HI>At lea&s;t</HI></L>
<L><HI>Your</HI> own <HI>&s;hape will take</HI> more <HI>than</HI> that <HI>of</HI> Prie&s;t.</L>
<L><HI>My</HI> Heart <HI>is full as</HI> young: <HI>Yet</HI> (don't mi&s;take)</L>
<L><HI>It will</HI> not <HI>for a</HI> fluttering Cupid <HI>quake.</HI></L>
<L><HI>'Tis all</HI> alone, <HI>and</HI> knows <HI>not what to</HI> do:</L>
<L><HI>Pray</HI> come, <HI>and</HI> play <HI>with it</HI> together <HI>now.</HI></L>
<L><HI>From &s;uch a</HI> Gue&s;t <HI>a</HI> Vi&s;it <HI>will be</HI> kind,</L>
<L><HI>And you &s;hall very</HI> good Reception <HI>find:</HI></L>
<L><HI>'Till then I bid,</HI> Adieu, <HI>in &s;ort mo&s;t</HI> Fervent;</L>
<L><HI>And, for</HI> Form<HI>'s &s;ake, I re&s;t</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Your humble Servant.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="9" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="59" REF="38">
<HEAD><HI>TIMANDER</HI>'s An&s;wer to the young <HI>IRIS.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Ninth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>WITH your la&s;t Letter I am not altogether &s;o well &s;atisfi'd: It is too full of Wit and Gayety, and I cou'd not find one grain of Pa&s;&s;ion in it. To what end, all that fine Railery upon Love, turn'd Preacher? However, this I will &s;ay for him, he was gallant enough (if you remember) and had nothing of the Air of an au&s;tere Pedagogue. If I had lov'd you le&s;s, I &s;hould have excellent Thoughts of <HI>Iris</HI> her Epi&s;tle to Love, it being writ in a natural and Epi&s;tolizing Style, very much re&s;embling <HI>Horace</HI>'s way, tho I pre&s;ume, you never read him: But, upon the main, I begin to
<PB N="60" REF="39">perceive, that &s;o much Wit does but fret and vex a Man, when the Heart is not concern'd in the affair. Our Love Adverti&s;ements, indeed, drew their fir&s;t Original from a perfect Frolick: But I am now &s;en&s;ible, what ever re&s;i&s;tance I made, my Heart is become a Party, and if yours does not &s;econd it, it mu&s;t needs pa&s;s its days very unplea&s;antly. Or el&s;e, if I had the &s;ame Power over mine, a s you have over yours; if I cou'd be as undi&s;turb'd as you, there wou'd be &s;ome equality in the Ca&s;e; or, if you had the &s;ame Emotions with me, things would hang better balanc'd, and in a clearer &s;tate of Rea&s;on. The trouble and di&s;order I fell into ye&s;terday, when I &s;aw you, had fifty times more Eloquution, than a thou&s;and of your Letters, let 'em be never &s;o Witty.</P>
<PB N="61" REF="39">
<L>In this <HI>Attack</HI> of <HI>mind</HI> &s;o <HI>plainly</HI> &s;een,</L>
<L>Why cann't the <HI>Tongue</HI> now &s;peak the <HI>&s;ighs</HI> within?</L>
<L>The <HI>Trance,</HI> Oh, is too <HI>much</HI> to <HI>tell:</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Raging Joy</HI> is, all, <HI>un&s;peakable.</HI></L>
<P>I am &s;orry, the&s;e four Ver&s;es have e&s;cap'd my Pen: For, in &s;um, I am an arrant Fool for writing to you in a &s;oft and pa&s;&s;ionate &s;train, when I ought to trifle as you do, and to keep at a good di&s;tance from all Engagements. I throughly under&s;tand, what you aim at: And doubtle&s;s, you de|&s;erve with all your Wit about you, that the Pa&s;&s;ion, I begin to have for you, &s;hou'd degenerate into a bare e&s;teem: Yes, to puni&s;h you for your indifference and un|der-handdealing, it is your de&s;ert, that I had as much Wit as you: And in good time (by the ble&s;&s;ing of Heaven) I may have &s;ome re|turn to me. In the mean while,
<PB N="62" REF="40">forbear Wit, I be&s;eech you of all Loves: And let us have &s;ome more Pa&s;&s;ion. I know, how yours explicates it &s;elf: But, let me hear the Language of your Heart!</P>
<L>Ala&s;e! hath <HI>your</HI> Heart <HI>nought</HI> to &s;ay,</L>
<L>Your Heart, which makes me thus <HI>complain,</HI></L>
<L>And while <HI>my</HI> Heart &s;ighs <HI>Night</HI> and <HI>Day,</HI></L>
<L>Cannot <HI>yours</HI> learn to <HI>&s;igh</HI> again?</L>
<P>I know, what a Latitudinarian it is: It &s;ticks to no Principles: It defends it &s;elf by evading &s;hifts and general delu&s;ions. Some time or other, I de&s;ign to write &s;o fierce and keen a Satyr again&s;t Wit, that you &s;hall regret your having &s;o much: But as I have not the lei&s;ure at pre&s;ent to compleat &s;uch a Work, I here in the interim &s;end you a <HI>Rondelay,</HI> differently modell'd from the way of the Antients, and gifted with the
<PB N="63" REF="40">fre&s;h and reviving Air of this Age, to an&s;wer that which you re|hears'd to me la&s;t, who&s;e Word was <HI>No:</HI> Wherein you declar'd, that you will neither &s;urrender your Self, nor &s;o much as hear the Le&s;&s;ons of your Ma&s;ter.</P>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L><HI>I</HI> hate <HI>you,</HI> Yes, <HI>I do</HI> Prote&s;t, <HI>I</HI> hate:</L>
<L><HI>Your</HI> Heart <HI>is a meer</HI> Gull <HI>and</HI> Cheat,</L>
<L><HI>Which</HI> under&s;tands <HI>the Art of</HI> &s;elf-defence,</L>
<L><HI>And I &s;hall</HI> never <HI>get the</HI> Prize,</L>
<L><HI>While it &s;till</HI> No's, <HI>and &s;till</HI> denies:</L>
<L><HI>You</HI> &s;huffle <HI>with me,</HI> Dear Impertinence.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L><HI>But bring this</HI> Jargon <HI>to true Rea&s;on's</HI> Te&s;t:</L>
<L><HI>Soften the</HI> Hardne&s;s <HI>on't</HI> at lea&s;t.</L>
<L><HI>And when the</HI> faithful <HI>Swain</HI> Timander <HI>&s;ays,</HI></L>
<L>Tell me, <HI>young Iris,</HI> is your Heart</L>
<L>Tender, &s;oft in every Part?</L>
<L><HI>In the</HI> &s;ame Tone <HI>let</HI> Iris <HI>an&s;wer,</HI> Yes.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="64" REF="41">
<P>Pray, make good u&s;e of this Le&s;&s;on, and make no more an|&s;wers to your Ma&s;ter in &s;uch cold Terms.</P>
<P>The <HI>An&s;wer</HI> to the former Ver&s;es.</P>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>Yes, <HI>I hate</HI> you, <HI>I &s;wear, I</HI> hate:</L>
<L>Nothing <HI>&s;o</HI> &s;ure <HI>on</HI> this <HI>&s;ide</HI> Fate.</L>
<L>Words, <HI>which, I</HI> take <HI>it, will</HI> &s;urprize</L>
<L>You <HI>and your</HI> Love, <HI>tho</HI> both <HI>&s;o</HI> wi&s;e.</L>
<L><HI>Words, which I</HI> borrow'd <HI>from</HI> your Pen,</L>
<L><HI>And now</HI> return <HI>'em</HI> back <HI>again:</HI></L>
<L><HI>A</HI> cur&s;ed thought <HI>for our</HI> Love-Elegies!</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Such an</HI> Avowal <HI>&s;peaks not th'</HI> Heart</L>
<L>Tender, &s;oft, <HI>in every</HI> Part:</L>
<L><HI>In th'</HI> Art <HI>of</HI> Love <HI>you are to</HI> learn,</L>
<L>[<HI>You that pretend,</HI> Sir, <HI>to</HI> di&s;cern</L>
<L><HI>So</HI> much <HI>in</HI> it] <HI>that we are</HI> never</L>
<L><HI>To</HI> under&s;tand <HI>ought in our</HI> favour,</L>
<L><HI>Or</HI> Writ <HI>or</HI> &s;poken, <HI>when in Love we</HI> burn.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<PB N="65" REF="41">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Nothing, <HI>but from my</HI> Cruelty,</L>
<L>Timander <HI>is to</HI> hear <HI>or</HI> &s;ee.</L>
<L><HI>But</HI> now &mdash; <HI>I</HI> think, <HI>and think</HI> aright,</L>
<L><HI>And</HI> &s;py <HI>the</HI> true <HI>from the</HI> fal&s;e Light,</L>
<L><HI>This &s;ame,</HI> I hate you, <HI>is in</HI> Rhyme,</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> pretty <HI>turn or</HI> goodly <HI>Chime;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;hould not make</HI> you <HI>the</HI> &s;ame <HI>Words to</HI> Write.</L>
</LG>
<Q>This, <HI>Madam,</HI> was then the State of our Amorous Com|merce, which was in a good mea&s;ure well e&s;tabli&s;h'd: But my di&s;tre&s;s was, that I could &s;ee her but very rarely: Yet when ever I could &s;natch &s;uch de&s;ireable and expected Minutes, I was wrapt into &s;uch Joys, as I want Words to expre&s;s them. Every day I found &s;ome new Charms in her Wit or in her Per&s;on: And ju&s;t at that nick of time, when I began to be
<PB N="66" REF="42">influenc'd by their Power with a great deal of plea&s;ure, I was forc'd to leave that Country. An indi&s;pen&s;able affair call'd me to P&mdash;at a Sea&s;on, when I hop'd to tame and cicurate her young Heart with Love. Upon the nece&s;&s;ity of this departure, &s;o black a Melancholy &s;eiz'd me, that I could not but own, my Heart did terrible Violence to it &s;elf by a remote Separa|tion from the Object of its Love: But there was no help for it. In all places, I &s;ought <HI>Iris</HI> out, to bid her <HI>Adieu,</HI> and to beg her Letters to me during my Voyage, but all to no purpo&s;e: For, I cou'd not meet with her at home. I vi&s;ited many of her Friends, but could not hear of her: And, whatever Addre&s;s and application I us'd to meet with her, it prov'd vain and fruitle&s;s: So that I was com|pell'd
<PB N="67" REF="42">to depart without bid|ding her, <HI>Farewell.</HI> I mounted therefore my Hor&s;e, very gloo|my, and over-whelm'd with &s;uch dark thoughts, as her indifferent Heart did in no wi&s;e de&s;erve. In the mean time, I made a plea&s;ure of this Gloomine&s;s, becau&s;e 'tis ever a &s;weet thing to Love: It was now no le&s;s than Three years, that my Heart had been almo&s;t buried in a mon&s;trous inactivity. I was glad to find my &s;elf again in a Road, where a Man may take much delight to Ramble, Wherefore, I abandon'd it to its good or ill Fortune. A Man is &s;ufficiently rewarded for his Pa&s;&s;ion by the Pa&s;&s;ion it &s;elf: And notwith&s;tanding the odd di&s;plea&s;ures, it may bring from the Indifference or Rigour of a Fair Lady, yet it never fails to have &s;ome very plea&s;ing and
<PB N="68" REF="43">&s;en&s;ible Moments: And I am of opinion, that laying all things together, the perplexities of Love are almo&s;t as much to be valued, as the Plea&s;ures we enjoy el&s;e|where. I went my way there|fore, fill'd with the&s;e Philo&s;o|phical Speculations: Or, rather (without acting the Hero of a Romance) filled with the charm|ing Idea I carried along with me, I arriv'd at <HI>Paris</HI> more in Love than ever I was with ..... I knew not, what Cour&s;e or Bias to take, to write to that amiable Per&s;on, that had the intire Po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion of me. But at length, I writ to one of her She friends, and I enclos'd a Note in the Letter, which I de|&s;ired her per&s;onally to deliver &s;afe to <HI>Iris.</HI></Q>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="10" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="69" REF="43">
<HEAD>To the young <HI>IRIS.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Tenth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>SINCE <HI>Madamoi&s;elle de</HI> ....... has had the goodne&s;s, to take on her the Charge of this Letter, I have ventured to write to you at this time. I know, indeed, I ought not to do it in the lea&s;t; and I ought to dream as little of you, as you have thought of me, now an whole Month together. I look'd up and down for you with &s;uch an earne&s;tne&s;s, as, all the World will grant, your Non|inclinations did not de&s;erve; and I was not able to bid you, <HI>Adieu,</HI> tho my Pa&s;&s;ion, at lea&s;t, might have Compounded for &s;uch a thing, before my departure. I know not, whether you know it, or whether you took the trouble to
<PB N="70" REF="44">give your &s;elf Information thereof. But, the Town I left without a &s;ight of you: Yet neverthele&s;s, I do but &s;ee you too well here every day. How? cannot thirty Leagues di&s;tance you from an Heart, which you care for &s;o little? And cannot this Heart, &s;o indifferent to you, be ever di|vided from you?</P>
<L>Tho you <HI>&s;light</HI> it, tho it <HI>has</HI></L>
<L>On its <HI>own &s;ide,</HI> again&s;t <HI>you,</HI> local <HI>&s;pace;</HI></L>
<L><HI>No where,</HI> but it doth your <HI>bright Image</HI> &s;ee,</L>
<L>As if <HI>Love's God</HI> gave you <HI>ubiquity.</HI></L>
<P>You have render'd it in&s;en&s;ible to all the Plea&s;ures, that here pre&s;ent them&s;elves in Crowds and Rendezvouzes, &s;o that it may only have a &s;en&s;ation of its own Misfortunes: This is it's &s;ole Employment. Yet &s;till&mdash;if you wou'd give &s;ome mitigation to 'em by a Letter: But-hold, do not
<PB N="71" REF="44">write to me, a Corre&s;pondence is very dangerous with you. I have already learnt &s;o throughly well, after what manner you write, and your Letters wou'd compleat my Ruine, if I could read over an hundred and an hundred times the Character of an Hand, that has &s;o much Wit at its Fingers ends. In the mean while, I am Lodged at ..... And let what will come, this is my direction. I will not tell you by an Hi&s;torical Retail all my Ap|prehen&s;ions, &s;ince my departure. Why &s;hou'd your Idea thus fol|low me ince&s;&s;antly? And is not <HI>Paris</HI> a Sanctuary again&s;t this beautiful Image, that hobgoblins me continually? I will &s;ay no more to you now; I fear, I have &s;aid too much already. I expect an An&s;wer to this, with an Im|patience, which I wi&s;h you cou'd conceive. Dream &s;ometimes of a
<PB N="72" REF="45">Man, that is employ'd only a|bout you, and will be &s;o all his Life-time. <HI>Adieu.</HI></P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="11" TYPE="letter">
<HEAD><HI>IRIS,</HI> her An&s;wer to <HI>TIMANDER.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Eleventh Letter.</HEAD>
<P>I Was &s;trangely &s;urpriz'd to re|ceive a Letter from you by <HI>Madamoi&s;elle</HI> ...... The cour&s;e was a very Indirect one, but I forgive you for this time: For I have &s;ome Rigours to be&s;tow upon you &s;ome other ways. I &s;ay, Rigours; &s;ee|ing I fancy my &s;elf in a &s;ufficient Condition, to u&s;e this Term of &s;peech. Undoubtedly, you have &s;ome Pa&s;&s;ion for me: But you have &s;tay'd &s;omewhat too long to explain your &s;elf. The time
<PB N="73" REF="45">is over now, that I &s;hou'd make any return or acknowledgment: It will be un&s;ea&s;onable, &s;ince all further Communication is ab&s;o|lutely to be broken. I can di&s;|cern no occa&s;ion to continue it: And be&s;ides, it wou'd be an ill Management of a body's time, to enter into an affair, during a Se|paration. Ab&s;ence is the Rock of every Pa&s;&s;ion, and thereon we &s;hall pre&s;ently &s;ee yours &s;plit it &s;elf. It is much better, to return you your Heart in an hand&s;om way, than to expect, till you take it away from me. This is ever to have a Right over you, to be capable of &s;uch an E&s;tate, as to re&s;tore you to your pri&s;tine Li|berty. For this rea&s;on, if the bu&s;ine&s;s depends upon me, you are free; Or, if your Heart has con&s;tantly made its abode about and near mine (as you wou'd &s;ain per&s;wade me) it may depart, when it plea&s;es.</P>
<PB N="74" REF="46">
<L>I, let <HI>your</HI> Heart of <HI>mine</HI> now <HI>take</HI> its <HI>leave,</HI></L>
<L>Yet its <HI>obligements mine</HI> will ne'er <HI>di&s;own:</HI></L>
<L>No <HI>time</HI> &s;hall <HI>it</HI> of <HI>Gratitude bereave,</HI></L>
<L>Nor &s;hall your <HI>cares</HI> on it away be <HI>thrown.</HI></L>
<L>It may, <HI>perhaps,</HI> in <HI>time</HI> its <HI>Ma&s;ter</HI> pay:</L>
<L>So, let him <HI>quit</HI> it till the <HI>Payment day.</HI></L>
<P>But, to return back to my Ri|gour, from which I have in&s;en|&s;ibly &s;werved; if it be true, that my Idea torments you &s;o much, and even <HI>po&s;&s;e&s;&s;es</HI> you in the wor&s;t &s;en&s;e of the Word, I here &s;end you a Receipt to exorci&s;e it out. Do put repeat over five or &s;ix times all the hard Words in this Letter: And they will be a mar|vellous Pre&s;ervative again&s;t all the mo&s;t charming Ideas in the World. <HI>Adieu:</HI> Have as much care of my Tranquillity, when the occa&s;ion &s;hall offer it &s;elf, as I have now of yours: And above all, write no more to me; for I can no longer receive any Letters from you,
<PB N="75" REF="46">without running the greate&s;t of dangers; &s;eeing I am be&s;et by &s;pyes on every &s;ide.</P>
<Q>This Letter I had hardly re|ceiv'd, but a mo&s;t urgent hurly|burly of di&s;traction laid hold of my Soul. Her threatning &s;he would write no more to me, gave me true alarms: And to &s;peak the truth, without &s;cru|pulou&s;ly con&s;ulting, if my af|fairs required my longer &s;tay at ...... where I then was, I came away the day following with &s;uch an unaccu&s;tom'd plea|&s;ure, as is felt by none but tho&s;e that are mightily in Love, and have an ardent de&s;ire to &s;ee a|gain its Object. I reached ..... and the next day after, I obtain'd this Letter to be given her.</Q>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="12" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="76" REF="47">
<HEAD><HI>TIMANDER</HI> to <HI>IRIS.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Twelfth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>AS &s;oon as I had read your Letter, I departed at the &s;ame in&s;tant from ...... to bring you the An&s;wer my &s;elf. I for|got all my affairs, to mind tho&s;e only of my Heart, the greate&s;t I ever had in all my Life. I could not &s;u&s;tain without dread that cruel Menace, you made me, of breaking our Commerce. Ah! Lovely ..... have you duly re|flected on the Weight of tho&s;e terrible Words? Was it not enough, not to &s;ee you, but you mu&s;t de|prive me of the happine&s;s of wri|ting to you? I &s;ee through your Intentions: You have, perhaps, a de&s;ire to di&s;intricate your &s;elf
<PB N="77" REF="47">from a Man, who&s;e Pa&s;&s;ion is trou|ble&s;om to you. You will &s;oon at|tain your end: Not to &s;ee you, and not to write to you any more, are two &s;uch things, as will quickly reduce me to a Condition of never troubling you further. Hereby, you will have &s;hattered my Chains to pieces in an hand|&s;om way. You will do your &s;elf the kindne&s;s, without contradi|ction: Speak the word, and I return to ..... fall back, fall edge: Repo&s;e your &s;elf upon my Anxie|tudes, and they will afford you Contentment. But &s;till, this is an ill employment of a Man's time to enter into an affair during a Separation. Ab&s;ence is the Rock of all Pa&s;&s;ions, and you will &s;ee mine (like all other Lovers) &s;plit upon that Rock in a &s;mall time. Cruel Creature! How many in|jurious words and opprobrious terms hath my Heart (if I might
<PB N="78" REF="48">dare to &s;ay it) uttered again&s;t you, who do not de&s;erve them? You are vety ill acquainted with its Pa&s;&s;ion and your own Power over it, to believe, that ab&s;ence can change and ever alter the Senti|ments, it has of you. But what am I doing? No, no, you do not de&s;erve, that I &s;hou'd di&s;abu&s;e you: Break my Chains, if you can, and return me that Heart again, and that Liberty, which you make &s;o little account of, &s;ince you ca&s;t them at my Head with &s;o much indifferency.</P>
<L>Am I in <HI>fit Condition,</HI> to <HI>receive</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Heart</HI> and <HI>Liberty,</HI> you <HI>give?</HI></L>
<L>If they have <HI>co&s;t</HI> you <HI>nothing</HI> to <HI>retain,</HI></L>
<L>Why do you <HI>&s;end</HI> them <HI>back</HI> again?</L>
<P>You fear, that ab&s;ence may de&s;troy a Pa&s;&s;ion as &s;trong and forcible as mine. I would pardon you this fear, if you really and &s;incerely had it. In the mean
<PB N="79" REF="48">time, ever &s;ince I knew you, have you not been evermore ab&s;ent in relation to me, and have I ever lov'd you the le&s;s for't? I &s;ee you &s;o &s;eldom, that it wou'd be the &s;ame thing to be an hundred Leagues from you, if I did not hope &s;ometimes to meet with you. But &s;till, I find you but too often out, to my di&s;comfort: However, I would fain come to &s;uch a pa&s;s as to obey you, and re&s;ume that Heart, which you &s;end me back again. But to an&s;wer you in your own Rhymes:</P>
<L>Of <HI>yours,</HI> ala&s;s! can <HI>my Heart</HI> take its <HI>leave?</HI></L>
<L>No! it's <HI>obligements</HI> it will ever <HI>own:</HI></L>
<L>No <HI>time</HI> &s;hall <HI>it</HI> of <HI>&s;lavery bereave;</HI></L>
<L>If it's <HI>cares</HI> on <HI>yours</HI> away be not <HI>thrown.</HI></L>
<L>That <HI>time,</HI> when <HI>Iris</HI> can her Ma&s;ter <HI>pay,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Dun</HI> will <HI>&s;urely</HI> come on <HI>Payment-day.</HI></L>
<PB N="80" REF="49">
<P>How have your Ver&s;es redou|bled my Pa&s;&s;ion? With what a tender and &s;prightly Air are they in&s;pir'd, that allures and puts me into de&s;pair at the &s;ame time? For, it may be, you wou'd not be very &s;orry to lo&s;e a Ma&s;ter, that will never leave you nor for&s;ake you, but will patiently wait for the Retributions you owe to the Care, which his Heart takes in in&s;tructing &s;uch an ignorant Heart as yours, and that makes &s;o little u&s;e of his Le&s;&s;ons. What you add after|wards, is well-natur'd and be|witching: <HI>Take as much care of my Tranquillity, as I at pre&s;ent take of yours,</HI> &amp;c. What a fatal Care do you take of mine? Alas! If I took the like in&s;pection over your Repo&s;e, I doubt, you would have very little of it. How re&s;t|le&s;s and melancholy would you be; and, in few words, how ten|derly would you love me? How|ever,
<PB N="81" REF="49">now &s;ee, what you wou'd have me do: I am return'd from ..... only to &s;ee and write to you: I have, without any he&s;itation, quitted all the Plea&s;ures of the Court, to come and make mine to you. Behold, what I do with|out being belov'd; and judge of what I &s;hould do, if I were &s;ome degrees le&s;s unhappy.</P>
<Q>After &s;he had receiv'd this Letter, I continued a long time without any an&s;wer to it; and, not meeting the young <HI>Iris,</HI> whom I was inflam'd with a de&s;ire to &s;ee, in my impatience I writ the following Letter to her.</Q>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="13" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="82" REF="50">
<HEAD>To the young <HI>IRIS.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Thirteenth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>SINCE the writing of my la&s;t, I have &s;ought for you, but was always fru&s;trated. Are you invi&s;ible to me? Or, what have I done, that &s;hould deprive me of the plea&s;ure to &s;ee you, tho I am come thirty Leagues expre&s;ly for that purpo&s;e? I perceive, you care not much, whether I be here, or in any other place: I &s;ee, it is all one to <HI>Iris,</HI> and &s;he finds no intere&s;t nor importance in the matter.</P>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>Mounted <HI>upon the</HI> Wings <HI>of</HI> Love,</L>
<L><HI>From</HI> far <HI>to</HI> thee <HI>I &s;wiftly</HI> Rove:</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> rage <HI>to</HI> &s;ee</L>
<L>That <HI>which my</HI> Heart <HI>&s;o much</HI> adores,</L>
<L><HI>And would make</HI> Gods <HI>turn</HI> Bigot-wor&s;hip|pers.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<PB N="83" REF="50">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Eight <HI>days now are</HI> pa&s;t <HI>and</HI> done,</L>
<L><HI>Since I the&s;e</HI> Racks <HI>have</HI> undergone:</L>
<L><HI>In</HI> every <HI>place</HI></L>
<L><HI>I</HI> &s;eek <HI>you, yet</HI> no where <HI>can</HI> find,</L>
<L><HI>But</HI> only <HI>in the</HI> Torments <HI>of my</HI> mind.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Yet</HI> one <HI>Beam,</HI> faire&s;t, <HI>of your</HI> Eye,</L>
<L><HI>Would</HI> make <HI>all the&s;e</HI> black <HI>Terrors</HI> fly:</L>
<L><HI>Or could I</HI> &s;end</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> &s;igh, <HI>would you return a</HI> Line?</L>
<L><HI>But</HI> nought <HI>from your</HI> Old-rigor <HI>you'l</HI> deline.</L>
<L><HI>Alas! why</HI> can't <HI>I my Old heart</HI> regain,</L>
<L><HI>Which</HI> you <HI>in &s;uch</HI> hard plea&s;ing <HI>chains</HI> detain?</L>
</LG>
<P>In good earne&s;t, if I had been &s;omewhat wi&s;er, I &s;hou'd have obey'd you punctually: I &s;hou'd have re-call'd my Heart to <HI>Paris,</HI> that doubtle&s;s would have diver|ted me extremely: But all the Company, I had, was only your
<PB N="84" REF="51">Letters and my own Melancholy. I return'd thence incon&s;iderately at a time, when a thou&s;and plea|&s;ures would have laid hands upon me in a place, where they all meet as in a Centre. But what? Was I capable of taking them, when I was &s;o far di&s;tant from you? I know not, whether you keep accounts of all that I do for you: But I may &s;ay of your Heart with regard to mine:</P>
<L><HI>Never</HI> was Heart <HI>behind-hand</HI> more,</L>
<L><HI>Never</HI> did <HI>run</HI> &s;o <HI>much</HI> o'th' <HI>&s;core.</HI></L>
<L>It is my <HI>judgment,</HI> I <HI>declare,</HI></L>
<L>It <HI>ought</HI> to <HI>own</HI> its <HI>ma&s;ter</HI>'s eare.</L>
<L>To <HI>think,</HI> that he &s;hould <HI>teach,</HI> is <HI>rude,</HI></L>
<L>For <HI>nothing</HI> but <HI>Ingratitude.</HI></L>
<L>As he's a <HI>gen'rous hone&s;t</HI> fellow</L>
<L>(At <HI>lea&s;t,</HI> as he is <HI>pleas'd</HI> to <HI>tell</HI> you)</L>
<L><HI>Deal</HI> by him <HI>fairly:</HI> And &s;ince you may</L>
<L><HI>All</HI> with one <HI>upright &s;igh</HI> re-pay,</L>
<L>Be&s;ides th' <HI>acquittance,</HI> I'll maintain,</L>
<L>He'll give the <HI>money</HI> back <HI>again.</HI></L>
<PB N="85" REF="51">
<P>You &s;ee, how rea&s;onable, and how ea&s;ily &s;atisfi'd your Ma&s;ter is:</P>
<L>A <HI>&s;mall</HI> Propo&s;al, <HI>Iris,</HI> this!</L>
<L>One <HI>&s;igh</HI> is no &s;uch <HI>mighty thing:</HI></L>
<L>And yet to <HI>thank</HI> you he'll not <HI>mi&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>But for <HI>one,</HI> in his <HI>turn,</HI> will <HI>thou&s;ands bring.</HI></L>
<P>You &s;ee, you will lo&s;e no|thing by the bargain. In good truth, my Adorable ...... I am here to deal with you very plain|ly, and from the bottom of my Heart. Nothing is comparable to the pa&s;&s;ion and e&s;teem I have for you, but that to &s;peak all in a word, it is proportion'd to your Merit: But I did not believe, that what I thought only to be meer Fooling and Metaphor, would ever come to turmoil my Heart at this rate, and make &s;o weak an Im|pre&s;&s;ion upon yours. Your back|wardne&s;s
<PB N="86" REF="52">to let me know, that my Pa&s;&s;ion is not altogether in|different to you, doth torment me, and perhaps may in time de&s;troy it. Let me explicitely know, what Pul&s;es your Heart beats up|on this Point: I have a mind to under&s;tand my good or my evil de&s;tiny; and I &s;hould think my &s;elf the mo&s;t happy of Men, if your indifference or coldne&s;s crea|ted the &s;ame Sentiments in my Soul: And hereby, you will red|integrate that Liberty, which you &s;o calmly &s;end me back. But, tell me, <HI>Iris:</HI></P>
<L>When you my <HI>Liberty</HI> re&s;tor'd,</L>
<L>With &s;o much <HI>unconcern</HI> and <HI>Cruelty;</HI></L>
<L>Did not your <HI>Heart</HI> the <HI>fatal</HI> words <HI>deny,</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>lo&s;e</HI> a <HI>man</HI> of <HI>&s;uch fidelity?</HI></L>
<P>Send me an an&s;wer to this, or rather, I humbly &s;upplicate you, di&s;engage me quite, or el&s;e rein|gage me for ever.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="14" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="87" REF="52">
<HEAD><HI>IRIS</HI> to <HI>TIMAN|DER.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Fourteenth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>THAT, according to my In|tention you have quitted indifference, I find, <HI>Timander:</HI> And becau&s;e this is a thing of &s;ome con&s;equence and moment to me, I owe it at lea&s;t &s;ome reflection. I begin to take Cognizance, that you are more deeply dipt, than it is nece&s;&s;ary for my quiet. I &s;ee with &s;ome Grief, that one &s;hall not pre&s;erve you long; unle&s;s one run the &s;ame danger with you. So that a body ought to con&s;ult her &s;elf about it: And this affair, between us two, de&s;erves highly &s;ome con&s;iderative thoughts.</P>
<PB N="88" REF="53">
<L><HI>Good now!</HI> What <HI>troubles</HI> tour this <HI>Heart,</HI></L>
<L>When it is <HI>forc'd</HI> two <HI>di&s;tinct</HI> ways to <HI>part?</HI></L>
<L>When I &s;ee <HI>you,</HI> my <HI>Glory</HI> draws</L>
<L>Me to <HI>engage</HI> you <HI>further</HI> in the <HI>Cau&s;e:</HI></L>
<L>But, on <HI>my</HI> &s;ide, my <HI>youngi&s;h Brea&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>Which finds it &s;elf with <HI>horrid</HI> dangers <HI>pre&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>Dares not <HI>leap</HI> into Love's <HI>Aby&s;&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>But a <HI>free Di&s;pen&s;ation</HI> would <HI>po&s;&s;e&s;s.</HI></L>
<L>Reduc'd, thus, to the <HI>cruel</HI> choice,</L>
<L>To <HI>ri&s;que</HI> mine <HI>Heart</HI> or el&s;e my <HI>Shepherd lo&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Thus by a <HI>&s;ad Dilemma</HI> bound,</L>
<L>What <HI>cour&s;e</HI> for <HI>wi&s;e Election</HI> can be found?</L>
<P>How lu&s;cious wou'd it be to be belov'd, if alternatively, one did not expo&s;e one's &s;elf to Love! What plea&s;ure is there in viewing with a di&s;interre&s;s'd Eye a Lover, while he heaves up &s;erious and unhypocritical &s;ighs? Why &s;hould a body fear to have the &s;ame Lot one's &s;elf another day? But why do you exact it already from me? It is indeed, one of the greate&s;t
<PB N="89" REF="53">pieces of Hone&s;ty, I ever heard of, that of yours, to ask one &s;igh, and then give a thou&s;and for it: Yet, alas!</P>
<L>'Tis the <HI>fir&s;t &s;igh,</HI> which the <HI>whole</HI> Heart does <HI>win:</HI></L>
<L>And when it's <HI>once</HI> betray'd into the <HI>gin,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>hotte&s;t</HI> heaving <HI>&s;ighs</HI> are all <HI>allow'd:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who</HI> will give <HI>one,</HI> will <HI>forthwith</HI> give a <HI>crowd.</HI></L>
<P>In effect, this is the fir&s;t Hom|mage, that is pay'd to Love: The re&s;t of cour&s;e follows after, and every thing in the &s;equel appears ea&s;ie. It is the fir&s;t entrance of Love into the Heart; whence depends all the deva&s;tation and havock, that is made there: And it is this entrance, which we ought to di&s;pute with him Inch by Inch. So that I mu&s;t vigi|lantly keep upon my Guard: But already</P>
<LG N="1">
<PB N="90" REF="54">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>Dare you <HI>Securities</HI> require?</L>
<L>Ju&s;t has your <HI>Heart</HI> now <HI>fo&s;ter'd</HI> the <HI>de&s;ire,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>trembling</HI> Flames &s;carce <HI>ri&s;e</HI> from the <HI>new Fire.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Is this a <HI>time</HI> to <HI>fear?</HI> is this</L>
<L>Your <HI>wi&s;hing, &s;ighing dying</HI> tenderne&s;s?</L>
<L>Rather the <HI>Rock</HI> of <HI>both</HI> our <HI>Liberties.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Oh! for an <HI>Heart</HI> always to <HI>fear,</HI></L>
<L>It plainly <HI>&s;hews</HI> th' <HI>inherent weakne&s;s</HI> there;</L>
<L><HI>Heav'n</HI> keep me from <HI>'t!</HI> all <HI>Cowardize</HI> I <HI>for&s;wear.</HI></L>
</LG>
<P>To &s;peak unfeignedly, I wou'd avoid as much as po&s;&s;ibly the fear|ing you; &s;ince the fear of Loving
<PB N="91" REF="54">de&s;troys the Calmne&s;s of ones hu|mor: I look upon it to be wor&s;e than the evil it &s;elf. But when all is done, I fan&s;ie, a body is troubled enough to find a Lover the Mi&s;tris of ones Heart: Yet then, the thing is pa&s;t and over, and I believe, one ta&s;ts &s;ome Repo&s;e, when there remains nothing to be managed. But to how many unmerciful alarms does a young Heart expo&s;e it &s;elf, that was ne|ver us'd to 'em? What a world of tears, perils, and unea&s;ine&s;s mu&s;t it pa&s;s through the fir&s;t time it &s;uffers it &s;elf to be attac'kd? Why &s;hould I expo&s;e mine to all the&s;e Troubles without any ne|ce&s;&s;ity? That wou'd be meer fol|ly: No, it &s;hall engage in nothing: Rather re&s;ume your indifference, that will be a good Caution for mine, which I ought not to ven|ture, to &s;ave your Pa&s;&s;ion in its Birth. Now, how rational is this?
<PB N="92" REF="55">Yet neverthele&s;s, I cannot re&s;olve de&s;ignedly to de&s;troy a Conque&s;t, which has already co&s;t me &s;ome trouble to make.</P>
<L><HI>Yes,</HI> tho my <HI>Rea&s;on</HI> doth my <HI>Love</HI> oppo&s;e,</L>
<L>Yet I <HI>confe&s;s</HI> in the <HI>di&s;pute,</HI></L>
<L>By'ts <HI>bold,</HI> tho <HI>weak</HI> re&s;i&s;tance in the <HI>clo&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Rea&s;on</HI> is not &s;o <HI>Ab&s;olute.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Continue</HI> in my <HI>Chains</HI> then <HI>Captive</HI> &s;till:</L>
<L>I have <HI>decreed;</HI> let happen <HI>good</HI> or <HI>ill.</HI></L>
<P>This pa&s;&s;age is &s;omewhat de|licate as to the acceptation, and I will not &s;wear, I take it in the Literal &s;ignification of the Words. In the mean time, when you think fitting, you may rerurn to ..... I will find out &s;ome &s;hifts to continue our Corre&s;pondence: But pray, ob&s;erve all along the faults I commit, either in the Ver&s;e or Pro&s;e, and mark 'em down for me; &s;o that at lea&s;t my mind may get &s;ome improve|ment by the hazards, whereinto
<PB N="93" REF="55">I run my Heart. <HI>Adieu.</HI> To be &s;ure, admit no Confidents: Two Witne&s;&s;es are &s;ufficient for one Heart: If the other Heart will be medling, let it alone, it will do no mi&s;chief: But a Third Per&s;on wou'd be not only incon|venient but trouble&s;om.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="15" TYPE="letter">
<HEAD><HI>TIMANDER</HI>'s An&s;wer to the young <HI>IRIS.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Fifteenth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>HOW enchanting is your Let|ter, Divine ....... I have been ju&s;t now a &s;olemnizing the Reading of it with a thou&s;and &s;ighs: And the an&s;wer, which my own honor commands me to make, wou'd be to make none at all. If I let you &s;ee in my
<PB N="94" REF="56">Letter the weakne&s;s of my Wit, you will at lea&s;t di&s;cover the &s;trength of my Heart's &s;entiments: And if you have the advantage over me to write a thou&s;and times better than I, I &s;hall have at lea&s;t that of Loving a thou&s;and times better than you, which you dare not bring into Conte&s;tation with me. But, to give a regular and methodical Reply to your Letter, you are too rational to believe me to be too much engag'd: If I am really &s;o, it's rather for your Intere&s;t than my own; and if I wou'd have you run the &s;ame Perils with me, it is to let you ta&s;t the &s;ame Plea|&s;ures. So to an&s;wer your Ver&s;es with the &s;ame Changes.</P>
<L>About a <HI>Shepherd</HI> is your <HI>Heart</HI></L>
<L><HI>Perplex'd,</HI> and <HI>knows</HI> not to take <HI>either Part?</HI></L>
<L>As &s;oon as it <HI>another</HI> draws,</L>
<L>It ought to'engage <HI>it &s;elf</HI> in the <HI>&s;ame</HI> Cau&s;e:</L>
<L>They <HI>both</HI> &s;hould the <HI>&s;ame dangers</HI> pre&s;s,</L>
<L>Which is the <HI>&s;elf-&s;ame plea&s;ures</HI> to po&s;&s;e&s;s.</L>
<PB N="95" REF="56">
<L>See at your <HI>Feet</HI> the Shepherd <HI>bound,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ki&s;&s;ing</HI> with <HI>Reverence</HI> the <HI>Holy ground,</HI></L>
<L>Oh! <HI>rai&s;e</HI> him up by a <HI>free choice,</HI></L>
<L>And, <HI>&s;ave</HI> the <HI>Shepherd</HI> and your <HI>doubtings lo&s;e.</HI></L>
<P>Wherefore, know, fair <HI>Iris,</HI> that it is a &s;ad, a very &s;ad thing to be belov'd, if we do not Love, that which loves us.</P>
<L><HI>Reciprocally</HI> Love &s;hould <HI>move;</HI></L>
<L>For <HI>Love</HI> was <HI>only</HI> made for <HI>Love.</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>&s;ingle</HI> Hearts the <HI>flame</HI> is <HI>&s;light,</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>two,</HI> magnificently <HI>bright:</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>one,</HI> Love is but <HI>Partial,</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>two</HI> united, <HI>one</HI> and <HI>all:</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>two</HI> it <HI>clubs</HI> the <HI>&s;acred</HI> Trea&s;ures</L>
<L>Of <HI>plea&s;ing</HI> Torments, <HI>torturing</HI> plea&s;ures:</L>
<L>The <HI>&s;he</HI> for <HI>him</HI> was <HI>made</HI> no <HI>le&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>Than th' <HI>Lover</HI> for the <HI>Lovere&s;s.</HI></L>
<P>Why, then, &s;hou'd you be af|fraid of having the &s;ame Fate with me? What wou'd you do with my Pa&s;&s;ion, if it was not followed by
<PB N="96" REF="57">your own? Believe me, without this it wou'd prove a thing whol|ly u&s;ele&s;s, and perchance very cumber&s;om. Do not &s;tand up|on your Guard, therefore, if I de&s;ire a &s;igh of your Heart, for that by advance and Anticipation mine has already pay'd it with a Million of &s;ighs.</P>
<L>'Tis this <HI>fir&s;t &s;igh,</HI> which my <HI>Heart</HI> doth <HI>de&s;erve,</HI></L>
<L>If <HI>you</HI> would from your <HI>Skeptici&s;m</HI> &s;werve:</L>
<L><HI>Pardon</HI> me, <HI>Nymph,</HI> if <HI>Trembling.</HI> I <HI>&s;urmize,</HI></L>
<L>You have <HI>already</HI> known a thou&s;and <HI>&s;ighs.</HI></L>
<P>Indeed, according to the man|ner, wherein you rea&s;on, and draw deductions and Corollaries touching Love tenderne&s;s, I am terribly affraid, le&s;t your Heart has already felt its A&s;&s;aults from &s;ome other Enemy, and has had &s;ome other Ma&s;ter, who&s;e Le&s;&s;ons may have preceded mine.</P>
<PB N="97" REF="57">
<L>For <HI>my</HI> part, in this <HI>&s;tate,</HI> 'tis my <HI>&s;ole task,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Iris</HI> one <HI>civil Que&s;tion</HI> new to <HI>ask:</HI></L>
<L>Was it <HI>true Love,</HI> or purely <HI>nature</HI> brought</L>
<L>You &s;o much <HI>knowledge,</HI> and <HI>experienc'd</HI> thought?</L>
<P>'Tis true, if your knowledge intimidates me, yet neverthele&s;s your Youth and &s;mall experi|ence rea&s;&s;ures me, on the other hand.</P>
<L>For, who could <HI>thoughts</HI> of <HI>fifteen</HI> &s;ummers <HI>link</HI></L>
<L>With &s;o much <HI>ju&s;tne&s;s,</HI> and <HI>nice care?</HI></L>
<L>Who could e'er yet <HI>depaint</HI> down, what they <HI>think,</HI></L>
<L>With &s;o <HI>Polite</HI> and <HI>Curious</HI> an <HI>Air?</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>thought</HI> and <HI>Style,</HI> both <HI>Symmetry</HI> and <HI>Grace,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Shine</HI> in her <HI>Paper,</HI> as her <HI>Face.</HI></L>
<P>For my &s;hare, I have not black Eye enough, to dive into this Miracle, which I admire, but dare not plumb to the bottom. I fear
<PB N="98" REF="58">every thing, but have not Cou|rage to hope for any thing. All that I can &s;ay to you, amounts to this: That, an Heart (me|thinks) ought once to be ill de|fended, to defend it &s;elf &s;o well afterwards. Pardon this jealous Nicety (young <HI>Iris</HI>) I beg it up|on my knees at this di&s;tance: Alas! I wi&s;h your Heart knew the price of that fir&s;t &s;igh, which mine requires of it.</P>
<L>When we do &s;uch <HI>Securities</HI> require</L>
<L>Again&s;t an <HI>Heart,</HI> that &s;ets us all on <HI>fire,</HI></L>
<L>We <HI>ought</HI> to <HI>know</HI> the <HI>Tenderne&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>price</HI> of all our <HI>Liberties:</HI></L>
<L>This is my <HI>fear,</HI> but Pardon, <HI>Iris,</HI> this,</L>
<L>Which <HI>&s;prings</HI> from <HI>weak</HI> and <HI>tender jea|lou&s;ies.</HI></L>
<P>Fear, therefore, no more to fear me: I am not &s;o dangerous to your Tranquillity, as you have been to mine. But take fre&s;h Courage, &s;eeing I have not your
<PB N="99" REF="58">merit. And, I fear very much to my di&s;quiet, that I &s;hall find you too calm and unconcern'd.</P>
<L>So, let <HI>your</HI> &s;elf be <HI>kindled</HI> by <HI>my</HI> Love,</L>
<L><HI>And you will have</HI> no rea&s;on <HI>to</HI> com|plain:</L>
<L><HI>And,</HI> when <HI>you can but</HI> once <HI>your</HI> fires <HI>approve,</HI></L>
<L>Then will you <HI>cea&s;e</HI> to <HI>fear</HI> me <HI>once</HI> again.</L>
<P>Neverthele&s;s, if it be true, that to make a Conque&s;t of me has co&s;t you &s;ome trouble, it &s;hall be well repay'd. This pa&s;&s;age in your Letter is &s;o delicate, that I have read it over a thou&s;and times, as well as the Ver&s;es that follow, which I dare not touch, for fear I &s;poil the admirable &s;en&s;e of them. The only fault, I find in your Let|ter, is that reflection in the Pro&s;e, which comes after tho&s;e lovely Ver&s;es. And, &s;ince you command me to tell you your faults, that your Wit may reap &s;ome profit
<PB N="100" REF="59">from the dangers, wherein you engage your Heart (which is a divine thing) you may be pleas'd to ra&s;e the&s;e Words out of your Letter. <HI>This occurence is &s;omewhat delicate as to the acceptation; and I will not &s;wear, I take it all Lite|rally.</HI> Oh, har&s;h and &s;alvage Pro&s;e, after &s;uch kind and tender Ver&s;es! As for the re&s;t, we will have no Confidents. I will give you my Love-letters my &s;elf, and will only tru&s;t my own individual &s;elf with the &s;entiments of my own Heart: Give me yours, in like manner, at our next meeting. But, mo&s;t e&s;pecially, let two Hearts as well as a couple of Heads enter into this Negotiation, &s;o that things may &s;tand in a ju&s;t Equality.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="16" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="101" REF="59">
<HEAD><HI>IRIS,</HI> her An&s;wer to <HI>TIMANDER.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Sixteenth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>IN &s;hort, you take it ill, that I appear &s;o knowing in the mat|ter of Pa&s;&s;ion. The truth is, I was &s;urpriz'd my &s;elf as well as you, to find &s;o much Illumination in me, that I had never look'd for. I &s;hould, no doubt, have ask'd my Rea&s;on, whether it was that, which had taught me &s;o much: Perhaps it would have been in a &s;trange taking, to have made an an&s;wer. Such &s;ort of Que&s;tions do ordinarily terrifie it, and put it to confu&s;ion and &s;light; but that your Fears and Jealou&s;ies are able to fetch it back again, tho it had &s;trayed very far. What Inju&s;tice do you commit again&s;t a
<PB N="102" REF="60">young Heart to believe, that it hath felt the power of Love, when I confe&s;s to you from the bottom of my Soul, that it avoids it as the mo&s;t dangerous thing in the World?</P>
<L>If this <HI>Sigh-commerce,</HI> which two Lo|vers-<HI>u&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>To Lovers <HI>pierc'd</HI> by the <HI>&s;ame Darts,</HI></L>
<L>Makes <HI>the Felicity of</HI> Hearts,</L>
<L>Why <HI>&s;hould I all</HI> tho&s;e Plea&s;ures <HI>&s;till</HI> re|fu&s;e?</L>
<P>Truly, you have not con&s;idered your a&s;&s;ertion throughly enough. If to &s;igh in Concert and together, be &s;o plea&s;urable a thing, how can you think I would avoid it, when I have had experience thereof, and would pre&s;erve my own Li|berty, by the knowledge I have of the plea&s;ure one takes in lo&s;ing it? Make all the&s;e things hang together, if you can. However, we are to believe, that there is
<PB N="103" REF="60">much plea&s;ure in pre&s;erving a body's Liberty, &s;eeing you &s;ay, I know the price of it &s;o well. After all the&s;e words &s;o plain and in|telligible, any other be&s;ides my &s;elf would think Love's party to be the weaker: But, I expect, 'till you pronounce hereon out of your Profe&s;&s;orian Chair.</P>
<L>And, if this <HI>Heart</HI> &s;hould form a <HI>vow,</HI></L>
<L>Which <HI>hangs</HI> now in <HI>&s;u&s;pence,</HI></L>
<L>I'm &s;ore <HI>afraid,</HI> that it would <HI>bow</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>favour</HI> of <HI>indifference.</HI></L>
<P>I here &s;end you my Epi&s;tle to Love, revis'd, corrected, and aug|mented: (The Second Edition:) Pray write me your thoughts of it.</P>
<Q>You admire, <HI>Madam,</HI> at the manner wherein this Letter is turn'd and winded, and how full of Rea&s;oning it is. For my
<PB N="104" REF="61">&s;hare, I never &s;aw &s;o much fine|ne&s;s and &s;ubtilty: And, you &s;ee that an Heart, defended by &s;o great a Wit, mu&s;t needs be of difficult acce&s;s. However, <HI>Ma|dam,</HI> the greate&s;t difficulties do only irritate our Pa&s;&s;ion. I per|ceiv'd, I mu&s;t e'en march &s;tep by &s;tep; and this would prove an affair of a longer breath and continuance, than I imagined. This Letter was only full of Wit, but the former had &s;ome|what more Tenderne&s;s: So that my Heart floated betwixt hope and fear. I very &s;eldom &s;aw the young <HI>Iris,</HI> and I could only write to her: And &s;till, frequently, I was a long time without giving her my Letters, it being a Month and longer, before I could find her. She very &s;eldom came into Publick, and the over-&s;trickt Regularity of her Benefic'd Uncle would
<PB N="105" REF="61">hardly let her go to Ma&s;s; not con&s;idering, that &s;uch &s;train'd Punctilioes of exactne&s;s do &s;ometimes provoke young People, to take, of them|&s;elves, tho&s;e Liberties, deny'd them by others. But, though this tran&s;cendent Creature had very little Liberty, &s;he never took any of her &s;elf, but liv'd under a Mona&s;tical con&s;traint, that extremely vex'd and affli|cted me. Wherefore, I was a long while without meeting her: But, at length, as I pa&s;s'd one day in the &s;treet I met her, and after a light Conver&s;ation, I had only time to give her this Letter.</Q>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="17" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="106" REF="62">
<HEAD><HI>TIMANDER</HI> to the young <HI>IRIS.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Seventeenth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>IN good earne&s;t, I am but &s;or|rily edifi'd with your back|wardne&s;s to let me have an occa|&s;ion of meeting you. But what do you think upon? You have very fairly made me &s;poil in my Pocket tho&s;e an&s;wers, I was to give you: And, you will not &s;uf|fer me to confide 'em with &s;uch People, as might do us great and good &s;ervice in an harmle&s;s Cor|re&s;pondence, which you need not take &s;o much pains to conceal from the World, &s;eeing your Heart hath kept at a di&s;tance from all Ingagements in it, and mine is the only one that is interre&s;&s;ed; and your Uncle, as devout as he
<PB N="107" REF="62">is, can find no fault with it. A Man with a Sword by his &s;ide makes him as red as a Turky|cock; and unle&s;s a Man wear a little Collar like him, and a little Periwig, he cannot come within fifty &s;teps of your hou&s;e. For my particular, I am almo&s;t re|&s;olv'd to make &s;uch a Metamor|pho&s;is of my &s;elf to pay you a Vi&s;it in a Fools Habit, and to take on me the Air of a <HI>Tartuff</HI> to accommodate my &s;elf to his &s;ight. But however, ought not you, for all him, to facilitate the ways to me of &s;eeing and &s;peaking with you? I mu&s;t confe&s;s, your Wit has amaz'd me, I was bewil|dred to find &s;o much Flame and delicacy in it; I never expected to meet in the barbarous Country a Spirit, that had &s;o &s;mall a tin|cture thereof, that made &s;o ea&s;ie a pa&s;&s;age into the manners and cu&s;toms of the World without any
<PB N="108" REF="63">practice, and to which meer na|tural Parts &s;upply'd the place of all the mo&s;t con&s;ummated Art and Experience. I deal with you here with the greate&s;t &s;incerity, and from the very bottom of my Soul: I have conceiv'd &s;o high an e&s;teem of you, and I am &s;o fully &s;atisfi'd of your worth, that it lies upon you, to take &s;ome|what more notice of this e&s;tima|tion, which you hold &s;o indiffe|rent, and which will carry me much further than it &s;elf. Never|thele&s;s, if I &s;hould make this my Period, it wou'd be well enough: But, I am &s;en&s;ible, by what it has co&s;t me already, what it will one day co&s;t me. I have taken much delight in writing to you, and receiving your Letters, that have enchanted me: And I am per&s;uaded, That <HI>France</HI> will &s;ome time or other own it's great Ob|ligations to me, for having help'd
<PB N="109" REF="63">to cultivate one of the mo&s;t ex|cellent <HI>Genii</HI> it ever produc'd. You have made me prolong &s;oundly and abundantly that &s;hort abode, I was us'd to make in this Pro|vince. I parted thence contrary to my cu&s;tom, with &s;uch an horrid darkne&s;s upon my thoughts, as I never had &s;ince my acquaintance with you: And I return'd hither with &s;uch a de&s;ire, as I am unable to repre&s;ent. Here I continue &s;till upon your &s;ole account and con&s;ideration: Whil'&s;t it is well known, that 'tis now above Eight years, that the Month of <HI>October</HI> has not &s;een me at ..... I could wi&s;h, it were po&s;&s;ible for me to e&s;tabli&s;h a Commerce, that begins to become very dear and near to me. I cannot con&s;ider without the greate&s;t Terrours imaginable, that I mu&s;t leave you &s;uddenly. I am almo&s;t di&s;tracted with endea|vouring to find out ways of wri|ting
<PB N="110" REF="64">to you, during a long ab|&s;ence. I know not, whether you wou'd con&s;ent to it: Scarce have I &s;een you for the&s;e two Months, that I know of: And yet I find, I am as far advanc'd in my Pa&s;&s;ion, as if I had never &s;een you. But, why &s;hould my concerns tear me from you? And yet, why &s;hould I be &s;o &s;en&s;ible of a departure, which you look upon with &s;o re|gardle&s;s an Eye? I have hardly taught you any thing in the Sub|ject of Tenderne&s;s; and yet, you have in&s;pir'd but too much into me, to the de&s;truction of my Tran|quillity: So that I may di&s;con&s;o|lately &s;ay, that the Ma&s;ter has taught the Scholar nothing, and the Scholar has learnt the Ma&s;ter too much. You are very de&s;irous, I &s;hould engage my &s;elf; but you will not hearken to your own en|gagement. Now, is this rea&s;ona|ble, or fair? You would have me
<PB N="111" REF="64">alone bear the whole burden of Pa&s;&s;ion during a tedious &s;eparation, yet will not participate of it with me your &s;elf.</P>
<L>Speak, <HI>Faire&s;t,</HI> and your <HI>Mind</HI> explain,</L>
<L>Though I &s;hall <HI>hear</HI> it with <HI>much pain:</HI></L>
<L>For, I'm <HI>re&s;olv'd</HI> before we <HI>part,</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>li&s;ten,</HI> if <HI>each other</HI>'s Heart</L>
<L>Be well <HI>cemented</HI> in <HI>Concert:</HI></L>
<L>This is a <HI>&s;hrew'd &s;tep:</HI> And howe'er I <HI>meant</HI> it,</L>
<L>P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">haps <HI>you</HI>'l give me <HI>Rea&s;ons</HI> to <HI>repeat</HI> it.</L>
<P>It's the &s;ame thing to me: I wou'd fain learn your Re&s;olutions hereon, and what Progre&s;s my Love has hitherto made in your Heart.</P>
<L>Alas! What &s;trange <HI>Auxieties,</HI></L>
<L>Do <HI>my</HI> Heart <HI>&s;eize,</HI></L>
<L>When <HI>yours</HI> I &s;ee</L>
<L>To <HI>mine</HI> &s;o <HI>carele&s;s</HI> to <HI>reply?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Give</HI> me &s;ome <HI>hearty</HI> [tho't be <HI>little</HI>] Food:</L>
<L>I <HI>cannot live</HI> on bare <HI>Ingratitude.</HI></L>
<PB N="112" REF="65">
<P>Upon my Soul, very often I know not, what is become of me. You have made me change altogether my manner of life. I was natu|rally of a very free and unconfin'd Temper: But now, I have neither that Plea&s;antne&s;s nor Liberty of mind, which was accu&s;tom'd at other times &s;o faithfully to keep me Company. All my bu&s;ine&s;s is about you: I fly the World, which I once pa&s;&s;ionately lov'd: I have found my &s;elf drench'd, for this good while, into a pro|found dotage, whereof you are the greate&s;t cau&s;e; and I am not as yet awak'd out of it but by the trouble I have to leave you. I am come into a de&s;perate Con|dition: And this departure &s;trikes as much at my Heart, as if I was tenderly belov'd by you. I be&s;eech you to involve yours a little more than you do, in an affair, wherein mine &s;o &s;trongly intere&s;&s;es it &s;elf:
<PB N="113" REF="65">But you mind nothing of the mat|ter; you will not &s;hare with me the plea&s;ure I have to &s;ee you; and you rob me of tho&s;e Moments, that are &s;o dear to me, and which you make to pa&s;s away with an inconceiveable &s;wiftne&s;s. If I hap|pen to meet you, and am a mo|ment with you, you are pre&s;ently for going away with an unea&s;ine&s;s, that extremely torments me: You are always pretending &s;ome fear to be any long time far from home. How much more piercing Angui&s;hes than the&s;e would I expo&s;e my &s;elf to, provided I cou'd have the plea&s;ure to enjoy &s;o &s;weet a Moment: But, upon that up&s;hot, take this into your Con&s;ideration, that there is no|thing &s;o agreeable in human Life as a reciprocal Pa&s;&s;ion; and make this your &s;cope to aim at:</P>
<PB N="114" REF="66">
<L>That we our <HI>Radiant Hearts</HI> employ,</L>
<L>In <HI>one</HI> united <HI>Beam</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">o <HI>&s;hine:</HI></L>
<L>So that the <HI>doubt</HI> &s;hall be, <HI>if mine</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>yours</HI> the <HI>greate&s;t</HI> plea&s;ures do <HI>enjoy.</HI></L>
<P>A po&s;itive and Categorical An|&s;wer, I conjure you. <HI>Adieu.</HI></P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="18" TYPE="letter">
<HEAD><HI>IRIS,</HI> her An&s;wer to <HI>TIMANDER.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Eighteenth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>I Did not believe before now, upon my Reputation, <HI>Timan|der,</HI> I was &s;o much indebted to you. I did not reckon your return from ..... in the number of my debts: And, if I was bound to place it to the foot of the account, I &s;hou'd find my &s;elf unable to ac|quit or di&s;charge it: My whole &s;tock of acknowledgment wou'd
<PB N="115" REF="66">not &s;uffice, and it looks like too hard mea&s;ure to drain it quite dry. Do not go to per&s;uade me, that you did it for my &s;ake: You are out in your reckoning there, and I will tell you how: I ever fram'd to my &s;elf a very plea&s;ant Idea of Love: I fancy'd it only proper to amu&s;e and divert an Heart, and I did not believe it capable of af|fording more &s;erious Employments. But, in &s;hort, if your Love makes you to return thirty Leagues ex|pre&s;ly for the &s;ake of an ill-e&s;ta|bli&s;h'd Corre&s;pondence, I am of opinion, it may carry you much farther: In&s;omuch that, hereupon I ought to &s;tand upon my Guard, having no de&s;ire nor ambition to go &s;o &s;wift a pace. Lord ble&s;s me! to ride full thirty Leagues (and I &s;hall never forget it) for the &s;ole intere&s;t of your Pa&s;&s;ion! This af|frights me mo&s;t horribly. In God's Name, let us have only (if it be
<PB N="116" REF="67">po&s;&s;ible) a tenderne&s;s in Picture; and let our Heart have no &s;en&s;e of what our Hand &s;hall da&s;h and blot upon Paper; &s;eeing this &s;ame dangerous Pa&s;&s;ion leads People &s;o &s;wiftly and &s;uch a great way. Be&s;ides, do not complain, that I &s;tay &s;o little while with you, when I meet you. You ought rather to judge, I have &s;uch. Rea&s;ons that perplex me, it may be, as much as you, which are the cau&s;e of tho&s;e &s;udden Retreats, that are &s;ome of your grievances. <HI>Adieu.</HI> Above all, let us have a Pa&s;&s;ion, that will not plunge us too deep, and from which we may di&s;engage our &s;elves when we think fitting, in regard it is &s;o dangerous to feel one that hurries People &s;o far, from whence it is a great piece of diffi|culty to return.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="19" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="117" REF="67">
<HEAD><HI>TIMANDER</HI>'s An&s;wer to the young <HI>IRIS.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Nineteenth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>IF you had &s;een the melancholy, into which your la&s;t Letter put me, you wou'd, que&s;tionle&s;s, have re|pented, you had ever writ it. I know not whether I &s;hall have &s;trength to make a Replication: I &s;ee &s;o much Ingratitude and &s;o much in|difference in't, that it ought to recall mine. But how! after three Months fixation to the mo&s;t pa&s;|&s;ionate tenderne&s;s, is this all the Progre&s;s I have made in your Heart? You treat and regale me with an affection in Picture. Yet, what glimmering of hope from all this? You even doubt, whether I turn'd expre&s;ly from ..... to &s;ee you. What &s;ignifies it, if I make
<PB N="118" REF="68">that of my Heart my chief and primary Concern, when it is only an amazement to yours (as I have already told you) and if I lo&s;e my own Repo&s;e, when yours continues intire &s;till, and un&s;ha|ken? I'll vow, you are very un|ju&s;t to upbraid me, that my Pa&s;&s;ion carries me too far, in making me come thirty Leagues. What way hath it made you go, whereof you have rea&s;on to complain? You ought not to be extraordinarily fatigu'd with &s;o long a Journey, &s;ince it never brought you but from ..... whither you have ta|ken the pains to come &s;ometimes; and you have render'd me thirty Steps for tho&s;e thirty Leagues. You have mighty great occa&s;ion (I warrant you) to make &s;ome ea&s;e after &s;uch a toil&s;om expedi|tion. Indeed, <HI>Madamoi&s;elle,</HI> I am not yet acquainted with you: I forgive you that Picture affection,
<PB N="119" REF="68">with which you affront a true tenderne&s;s; &s;ince that you under|&s;tand not the force of tho&s;e cruel words. No, mo&s;t undoubtedly, with all your Wit you do it, con|ceive the force and extent of tho&s;e fatal and dead doing Words; for as much as your Heart &s;hould fir&s;t be as tender as mine, to feel all the bitterne&s;s of them. Oh, that I &s;hould ever know you! By what contrivance of Fate did I fir&s;t &s;ee you? And, what Devil put me into the hands of &s;uch a young gad|ding and &s;hifting Wag, that knows not yet all the evil &s;he does, and all the good &s;he may do? Why am I per&s;uaded of your Value and Excellence, in loving you &s;o ten|derly? Why cannot I re&s;ume my Heart again, and blot and da&s;h it with indifference, by way of re|mon&s;trance to your <HI>Lely</HI>-affection? I would give my &s;elf certain &s;trokes and airs of confidence and high-&s;piritedne&s;s;
<PB N="120" REF="69">which, yet wou'd melt to nothing when I come near you. But &s;tay! &s;hould I burn in good earne&s;t, &s;hou'd I have a true inquietude, and (in fine) a true and a rich Pa&s;&s;ion for an in|grateful Per&s;on? I believe, in good faith, nothing of all this. In the mean time, let me know the la&s;t re&s;olve of your Heart, whether it will engage with mine, or di&s;en|gage it altogether. I &s;hall go with|in the&s;e two days: I expect its an&s;wer with impatience, which will bring my de&s;tiny. There is not one moment to be lo&s;t; &s;ince on this moment depends the lo&s;s or the liberty of an Heart, which hath been but too much <HI>Yours.</HI></P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="20" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="121" REF="69">
<HEAD><HI>TIMANDER</HI> to <HI>IRIS.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Twentieth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>THE day before ye&s;terday. I waited for you at the place, whither you promis'd me to come, but to no purpo&s;e: There, you made me &s;tay full four hours, till half an hour after &s;even. The expectation of you did horribly turmoil me, and this perplex'd me as much as the Letter, I receiv'd from you. I took the Hi&s;tory of <HI>France,</HI> I read &s;omething in it; I di&s;cours'd at random; I &s;igh'd, and, in fine, I appear'd, in &s;uch a dumpi&s;h hu|mor, that &s;ome of the Company could not forbear taking me up for it. The Per&s;ons, with whom
<PB N="122" REF="70">I was, tho very lovely, could bring no Con&s;olation for your ab&s;ence. You have given me &s;o great a di&s;gu&s;t for all the re&s;t of the World, that I am become in&s;upportable to my &s;elf. Yet however, I am not &s;atisfi'd, why I lay &s;o great &s;tre&s;s upon an interview, which you have pro|mis'd me. After the Letters, you have written to me, I ought to quit you ab&s;olutely: But, alas! meeting you ye&s;terday, I &s;aw &s;omething &s;o tender, &s;o &s;oft and &s;weet in your Eyes, which made reparation for the cruelty of your Letters, that I could not keep from falling once more into the &s;nare. You promis'd me to be at ....... and my Heart promis'd you (in &s;pight of my teeth) to love you more than ever. But, why do you break your Word? Where was you? What was you doing? What was you bu&s;ie a|bout?
<PB N="123" REF="70">In what Company did you cozen the time, that was due to the Eve of my departure? Oh, that a little effective and real Pa&s;&s;ion would in&s;pirit me in&s;tead of that Picture-affection, where|with your two la&s;t are topping full! 'Tis true, your Air is kind and tender enough, &s;o that a Man does not know what to think of it. Take, now the &s;ame Air in you Letters: You ought to modifie and &s;weeten the fire and lu&s;tre of your Wit with a mixture of Pa&s;&s;ion; and, in brief, trifle a little more &s;eriou&s;ly. Leave the motions of your mind to be Conducted by your Heart: But, e&s;pecially teach me, before my departure, in what &s;ituation I am with you: Perhaps, I &s;tand at a great Elongation. Neverthe|le&s;s, let what will happen, &s;peak out, tell me boldly, <HI>I hate you,</HI> if you dare not tell me <HI>I Love you:</HI>
<PB N="124" REF="71">Peradventure, the fir&s;t will be le&s;s fatal than the &s;econd, which will co&s;t me, without doubt, the Repo&s;e of my whole Life. An an&s;wer with the &s;oone&s;t.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="21" TYPE="letter">
<HEAD><HI>IRIS</HI> to <HI>TIMAN|DER.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The One and Twentieth Letter.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L><HI>FArewell,</HI> Timander, <HI>O farewell, nor</HI> &s;tay</L>
<L><HI>To</HI> hear <HI>the</HI> Words, <HI>which you</HI> de&s;ire:</L>
<L><HI>For, how</HI> can <HI>I, at th'</HI> warning <HI>of</HI> one <HI>day,</HI></L>
<L><HI>A</HI> kind return <HI>make to your</HI> fire?</L>
<L><HI>Or, if I</HI> could, <HI>tho after</HI> bloudy <HI>&s;trife,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I could</HI> not <HI>&s;peak the</HI> Sentence <HI>for my</HI> life.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<PB N="125" REF="71">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L><HI>But, &s;till</HI> alas! &mdash; <HI>Whence comes this</HI> ugly &s;igh?</L>
<L><HI>What</HI> &s;ecret Fiend <HI>does</HI> hag <HI>my</HI> Brea&s;t?</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> fear, <HI>I</HI> give <HI>my &s;elf a</HI> cur&s;ed lye:</L>
<L><HI>Oh, no!</HI> Love's <HI>Empire I</HI> dete&s;t.</L>
<L><HI>Without</HI> true Prote&s;tant re&s;erve, <HI>yet</HI> Zeal,</L>
<L><HI>I &s;ay,</HI> Farewell, <HI>Timander, O</HI> Farewell!</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L><HI>If</HI> my Eyes [fooli&s;h things!] <HI>do you</HI> inform</L>
<L><HI>Of any</HI> Love, <HI>or</HI> God <HI>knows</HI> what,</L>
<L><HI>My</HI> Mouth <HI>can</HI> &s;oon, <HI>can in a</HI> thundering &s;torm</L>
<L>Tell <HI>you quite</HI> other News <HI>than</HI> that:</L>
<L><HI>But,</HI> &s;ee, <HI>without</HI> Confe&s;&s;ion <HI>on</HI> my <HI>part,</HI></L>
<L><HI>If you can</HI> Love <HI>me with a</HI> &s;tedfa&s;t <HI>heart.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L><HI>One</HI> &s;ingle <HI>Heart,</HI> you &s;ay, <HI>cannot</HI> &s;uffice:</L>
<L>Two <HI>Months</HI> vain <HI>Tran&s;ports</HI> drain <HI>a Lover;</HI></L>
<L><HI>But, how &s;hall I</HI> know, <HI>if from</HI> Love <HI>they</HI> ri&s;e?</L>
<L>Time <HI>may a</HI> diff'rent <HI>Cau&s;e</HI> di&s;cover.</L>
<PB N="126" REF="72">
<L><HI>With what</HI> Front <HI>can</HI> you, Men, <HI>pretend to</HI> Name</L>
<L><HI>So</HI> &s;oon <HI>a</HI> true <HI>and</HI> intermutual <HI>Flame.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>Your <HI>Heart</HI> long <HI>time in</HI> Pri&s;on <HI>cannot</HI> dwell:</L>
<L><HI>The</HI> Chain <HI>it &s;lips, and &s;lips the</HI> place;</L>
<L><HI>But,</HI> mine <HI>when</HI> fixt, <HI>as in</HI> Mona&s;tick <HI>Cell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cannot get</HI> free <HI>from the</HI> Embrace.</L>
<L><HI>You,</HI> Men, <HI>do</HI> Love, <HI>like</HI> Modi&s;h Cloaths, <HI>put on:</HI></L>
<L><HI>We</HI> think<HI>'t an</HI> Habit <HI>of</HI> Religion.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L><HI>But,</HI> this <HI>along with you,</HI> Timander, <HI>take:</HI></L>
<L>Love, <HI>that doth</HI> all <HI>things</HI> over-come,</L>
<L><HI>Me</HI> one <HI>day</HI> one <HI>of his</HI> &s;ad &s;laves <HI>may make,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tho by a</HI> &s;low, <HI>yet certain doom.</HI></L>
<L><HI>But,</HI> here <HI>in</HI> &s;olomn <HI>wi&s;e,</HI> this Oath <HI>I'll &s;eal:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whatever</HI> amorous <HI>Martyrdom I</HI> feel,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> never <HI>will one</HI> word <HI>of it</HI> reveal.</L>
</LG>
<P>The&s;e are my Thoughts, <HI>Timan|der,</HI> upon the Declaration, which
<PB N="127" REF="72">you exact from me. Therefore, de&s;ire &s;uch a thing no more: It is of mo&s;t nece&s;&s;ary Con&s;equence, that your Heart &s;hou'd take its leave of this affair, as &s;oon as mine &s;hall be in an e&s;tate to en|ter it. I would fly you, if I had not the Right and Prerogative to bani&s;h you: Or I would bani&s;h you from my pre&s;ence, if I had the Power to do &s;o. What a wretched &s;ucce&s;s is this of &s;o brave a Pa&s;&s;ion, and what will be fav'd from the Shipwreck and Ruins of our interchangeable affection? You would admire me, and I &s;hould complain of you; this wou'd be all the fruit of that &s;o &s;oft and tender Love. Believe me, we may admire our &s;elves afre&s;h, both the one and the other. You may wonder at a young Heart, that knows already mo&s;t excel|lently well, how to defend it &s;elf, as if it had been attack'd all its
<PB N="128" REF="73">life long, that is acquainted rea|dily with all the cunning &s;leights of Love, and can avoid 'em with dexterity and ea&s;e. But do you likewi&s;e manage the bu&s;ine&s;s &s;o, that I may &s;tand a&s;toni&s;h'd at the Con&s;tancy of your Heart, to &s;ur|mount and vanqui&s;h all the hard|ne&s;s of mine. 'Tis not improbable, but it will retain it not long, and it will entertain &s;ome Pa&s;&s;ion both for its own and for your Repo&s;e, &s;eeing the Accounts are little dif|ferent between a beloved and a loving Heart. Wherefore, never de&s;pair to &s;ee it one day in the &s;ame ca&s;e with yours; But, by the force of Cares and of Affection, wea|ry out the obduratene&s;s you &s;hall find there: Long-&s;uffering and Per|&s;everance prevail over the mo&s;t Opinionative and Rebellious di&s;|po&s;itions. Do not then, fear the effect of all my Menaces; and without having recour&s;e to an a|vowal,
<PB N="129" REF="73">wherein my Glory and Honour may be &s;omewhat inte|re&s;s'd, there are a thou&s;and ways of di&s;covering a New born Pa&s;&s;ion, which a body &s;ees to grow up with plea&s;ure. If the Tongue dare &s;peak nothing, at lea&s;t the Eyes have an Eloquution on &s;uch an occa&s;ion: And, a little di&s;order and per|plexity explain it with more deli|cacy, than a Confe&s;&s;ion, which would make one blu&s;h:</P>
<L>And, <HI>above</HI> all, a certain <HI>Langui&s;hing,</HI></L>
<L>[The <HI>Hool,</HI> that <HI>con&s;trues</HI> well the <HI>mind</HI>]</L>
<L>Will very <HI>&s;oon</HI> tell you the <HI>thing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whatever</HI> moro&s;e <HI>Rigour</HI> now you <HI>find.</HI></L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="22" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="130" REF="74">
<HEAD><HI>TIMANDER</HI>'s An&s;wer to the young <HI>IRIS.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Two and Twentieth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>YOUR Copy of Ver&s;es wou'd have infinitely aug|mented the e&s;teem, I had con|cev'd of your Genii, but that I have been otherwi&s;e, too well convinc'd of its Perfections; and if I had as free and as di&s;engag'd a Wit as you have, I &s;hould im|mediately &s;et upon an An&s;wer: But the motions of my Heart do quench and offu&s;cate the clearne&s;s of my Soul, and I have but ju&s;t Light enough to &s;ee, that I have none at all in an approximation to you. All that I am able to rejoyn, comes to this, that I love you
<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">&eacute;perdu&euml;ment, perdit&egrave;.</NOTE> de&s;|perately. Behold all
<PB N="131" REF="74">my Ver&s;es, all my Wit, all my Merit! I am not in a condition to add any thing more: My Love, my Departure, my Anxietude do take me up &s;o entirely, that I have hardly the lei&s;ure to breath.</P>
<L><HI>Judge,</HI> Lovely <HI>Iris,</HI> of my <HI>doleful</HI> &s;tate:</L>
<L>Scarce <HI>equal</HI> is my <HI>whole Heart</HI> to my <HI>&s;ighs:</HI></L>
<L><HI>How</HI> then can I <HI>Love-jingles</HI> ruminate?</L>
<L>I <HI>Love,</HI> I <HI>go,</HI> and you <HI>this</HI> Love <HI>de&s;pi&s;e.</HI></L>
<P>What dainty fine Ver&s;es &s;hould I Compo&s;e, if I had that Tran|quillity, which you enjoy? But, in few words, take &s;ome of my Pa&s;&s;ion, and give me &s;ome of your Wit: Of them we may make a more comfortable Tempa|rature. You will receive much more plea&s;ure, than you have, and I &s;hall have le&s;s Pen&s;ivene&s;s: And, upon the main, I &s;hould write to you more curious Let|ters,
<PB N="132" REF="75">and you would have more pa&s;&s;ionate Sentiments. However, you, you have nothing but Wit, and to my Lot falls nothing but Affection.</P>
<L><HI>Cruel</HI> Divi&s;ion for a <HI>Lover</HI>'s Heart,</L>
<L>Where no <HI>one</HI> el&s;e will <HI>take</HI> a <HI>part!</HI></L>
<L>A <HI>Barbarous</HI> Providence, where <HI>you</HI> po&s;&s;e&s;s</L>
<L>The <HI>Wit intire,</HI> I <HI>intire Tenderne&s;s!</HI></L>
<P>In the mean time, I a&s;&s;ure you, that you will have a thou&s;and plea&s;ures, you never had, if you were further drench'd in this affair: Some Pa&s;&s;ion would make you &s;lip over a thou&s;and yawnings, &s;ince without Love plea&s;ures them|&s;elves are faint and in&s;ipid.</P>
<L>Yes, <HI>you</HI> ought to <HI>envy</HI> Love:</L>
<L>It's <HI>delicious</HI> Languors can,</L>
<L>When <HI>they</HI> the <HI>Heart</HI> do <HI>briskly</HI> move,</L>
<L>Only <HI>make</HI> the <HI>joy</HI> of <HI>Man.</HI></L>
<PB N="133" REF="75">
<P>I have a thou&s;and prety thoughts to tell you upon this Topick, but that I want time, and my Stars will not let my concerns be in &s;o good an humor, as that I &s;hould be able to write fine de|vices and conceits to you. I love you, I am departing; I &s;hall &s;ee you no more: I know not how I &s;tand with your Heart; I am &s;ure, mine is wholly taken up with yours. What Fears, what Angui&s;hes do rack my Soul! I &s;hall not &s;ee you of a long time; I &s;hall not have the indul|gent delight to hope for &s;uch a thing: I &s;hall be more than fif|teen days in expectation of &s;o heavenly a moment. I &s;hall no more feel that emparadis'd emo|tion, which your approach &s;trikes me withal! That &s;o &s;weet, &s;o &s;en&s;ible a confu&s;ion, when you give me your Letters with your own hand, and receive my An|&s;wers
<PB N="134" REF="76">from mine before Peo|ple, that know nothing at all of the matter, and from whom we conceal our Intrigues! Above all, remember the trouble I was in ye&s;terday, when I gave you my Letter, and receiv'd yours. This will &s;pare me the pains to make &s;ome Ver&s;es in return to tho&s;e admirable ones of yours. Your Pro&s;e is very cha&s;t and de|licate; and if I had time to An|&s;wer it, I would tell you in two words, That, if you once lov'd me, you would be &s;o far from flying or bani&s;hing me, that you wou'd &s;eek me out every where as diligently, as I inquire after you. Let us not ca&s;t away our &s;elves in the Haven, but happily Land on the fortunate Shore; So that our Vicarious Pa&s;&s;ion may not be &s;plit or broken to pieces, but may receive a much &s;tronger and more la&s;ting bond of Concord
<PB N="135" REF="76">than ever: And what will be the i&s;&s;ue of all this, but that which I told you la&s;t?</P>
<L>A <HI>thou&s;and</HI> and a <HI>thou&s;and</HI> Wi&s;hes,</L>
<L>A <HI>thou&s;and</HI> and a <HI>thou&s;and</HI> Ki&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>A <HI>thou&s;and</HI> and a <HI>thou&s;and</HI> Plea&s;ures</L>
<L>Will <HI>follow</HI> in <HI>eternal Trea&s;ures.</HI></L>
<P>I cannot &s;ee, how &s;uch a Ship|wreck can be &s;o very, very dange|rous. More particularly, think, that you lo&s;e a great deal of plea|&s;ure by defending your &s;elf &s;o long. Your Heart is an excellent &s;pot of Ground to be made Arable; but &s;uffer no new Thorns to &s;pring up in't. Admire, therefore, my af|fectionate Fidelity, but do not tire it out by &s;o long a re&s;i&s;tance. And e&s;pecially,</P>
<L><HI>Ha&s;ten</HI> that certain <HI>Langui&s;hing</HI></L>
<L>(The <HI>Hool,</HI> that <HI>con&s;tuers</HI> well the <HI>mind:</HI>)</L>
<L>Be <HI>&s;ure</HI> it <HI>quickly</HI> tell the <HI>thing;</HI></L>
<L>And let that <HI>moro&s;e</HI> Rigour <HI>once</HI> be <HI>kind.</HI></L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="23" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="136" REF="77">
<HEAD><HI>TIMANDER</HI> to <HI>IRIS.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Three and Twentieth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>I Did not much wonder to be forgotten by <HI>Madam</HI> ..... But I was in good hopes you wou'd remember the promi&s;e you made me, to &s;end every <HI>Wedne&s;day</HI> to the Po&s;t-hou&s;e for the Letters, I &s;hou'd direct to you under the Name of <HI>Madamoi&s;elle</HI> D ...... I have writ two, that have lain there a long time, and which I have &s;ent .... to fetch back, for fear they &s;hould be lo&s;t. I am much troubled at the forgetfulne&s;s of the beautiful D .... who had pro|mis'd to write to me. Do not repine, I befeech you, if I have quitted you for her, &s;eeing &s;he hath as much Merit as your &s;elf.
<PB N="137" REF="77">Her la&s;t Copy of Ver&s;es was in|&s;upportibly killing: Her wit, her delicacy, and the ju&s;tne&s;s of her Expre&s;&s;ions have been admired here; and Per&s;ons of the highe&s;t Quality have been extremely ear|ne&s;t to be acquainted with her charming Per&s;on, as they already have knowledge of the beauty of her Wit: In&s;omuch as</P>
<L>Her <HI>Ver&s;e</HI> and <HI>Pro&s;e</HI> they thought &s;o <HI>excel|lent,</HI></L>
<L>That, to <HI>compleat</HI> my utmo&s;t <HI>Puni&s;hment,</HI></L>
<L>They &s;eem'd to <HI>long</HI> for this <HI>forbidden Tree,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>early Fruit</HI> had <HI>op'd</HI> their <HI>Eyes</HI> to <HI>See;</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Princes</HI> will my <HI>Lordly Rivals</HI> be.</L>
<P>With &s;o much e&s;teem they &s;poke of her; they render'd her &s;o much Ju&s;tice, that I was al|mo&s;t jealous of them. They curs'd the Province, that reclu&s;ely con|fin'd
<PB N="138" REF="78">a Genius as delicate as any at the Court: And People will not ea&s;ily believe, that at Fifteen Years and an half one can know &s;o much. You know, what inclinations I have to that amiable Per&s;on; You are ac|quainted with her: So, do not be jealous, if I make my Appli|cations to her. I know I have been always too indifferent to you, for your having the lea&s;t regret for lo&s;ing &s;uch an Heart as mine: The incomparable D .... has accepted on't, in&s;piring it with a Pa&s;&s;ion, that will never have an end but with my Life. I at|tend her News with &s;uch an Im|patience, as is unknown to in|different Hearts. She knows, I am lodg'd at ..... I was reduc'd to the greate&s;t de&s;pair, by de|parting without being able to bid her, <HI>Adieu:</HI> But there was no help for it. Be&s;ides, it &s;how'd, as
<PB N="139" REF="78">if &s;he car'd very little, that a Man &s;hou'd take leave of her, which &s;he but too freely and unconcernedly gave me. I be|&s;eech you, to let me under&s;tand &s;ome of her News, &s;ince you refu&s;e to let me hear yours. I have ventured this Letter by <HI>Madam</HI> ........ An An&s;wer by <HI>Saturday,</HI> I entreat you, and to believe, that I am both yours and <HI>Madamoi&s;elles</HI> D ......</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Mo&s;t humble Servitor.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="24" TYPE="letter">
<HEAD><HI>IRIS,</HI> her An&s;wer to <HI>TIMANDER.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Four and Twentieth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>IN reality, <HI>Sir,</HI> I did already reckon you among&s;t my revolted Lovers. Your &s;ud|den Retreat contain'd the whole
<PB N="140" REF="79">Sy&s;tem of a Revolt. Neverthe|le&s;s, I am told here, that you love me; but fora&s;much as you your &s;elf do not tell me &s;o, who have more Intere&s;t in the Thing, I know not how to believe it. Good God, to go without bid|ding me, <HI>Adieu!</HI> This is the utmo&s;t, that the mo&s;t de&s;perate or mo&s;t indifferent Blade in the World cou'd do. Thanks to my Eyes, you are not the fir&s;t! And, thanks to what tho&s;e very Eyes have procuc'd in your Heart, you believe, you ought not to be the &s;econd! For (to deal &s;incerely with you) I ob&s;erve a certain Air of Boldne&s;s and Confidence in your Letter, which does in no wi&s;e plea&s;e me. You &s;peak of your Pa&s;&s;ion, as if it was nece&s;&s;arily to &s;uppo&s;e mine: And to u&s;e my free|dom of &s;peech, I think you &s;ome|what too adventurous, for an ab|&s;ent Lover. How do you know,
<PB N="141" REF="79">but that believing you lo&s;t, I have laid out for &s;ome new Lover, or, whether during this pretended In|terregnum, I have been always Mi&s;tris of my own Heart? This is a bu&s;ine&s;s, &s;ubject to Caution: Your calm and ea&s;ie way with you is very un&s;ea&s;onable at a time, when every true Lover ought to dread &s;omething. Do you think your ab&s;ence more fatal to my Repo&s;e, than ever your pre&s;ence has been, and that what ordinarily de&s;troys the be&s;t founded Pa&s;&s;ion, has given a Being to mine? I wi&s;h, you were &s;omewhat more alarm'd, that I might be in an e&s;tate to &s;ecure you in the Conclu&s;ion, and to tell you rather than you &s;hou'd tell your &s;elf, that I am &s;till free, and by con&s;equence in a Condition to engage my &s;elf. I have an hundred odd things to tell you on this Sub|ject: But I have not lei&s;ure to dwell on it, as doubting, that you have
<PB N="142" REF="80">expected my An&s;wer the&s;e three or four days.</P>
<P>I did not receive your Letter till ye&s;terday: And, as it was appa|rently open'd before I had it, and I &s;hall be oblig'd to adju&s;t things with <HI>Madam</HI> ....... you mu&s;t look for &s;ome a&s;perities upon this point. Your imprudence and indi&s;cretion do very well de&s;erve them: And I think, you manage very ill the glory of <HI>Madamoi&s;elle</HI> D ..... who bears too great a Relation and Ana|logy with me, not to be taken for my &s;elf. Lay your mea&s;ures bet|ter together another time: If you had &s;tay'd here but two days more, I would have taken the way of ..... which I look upon to be more &s;ure and Commodious. Thither you may direct your Letters every <HI>Fri|day,</HI> and I will &s;end for 'em by very faithful hands: And you &s;hall re|ceive mine every <HI>Tue&s;day. Adieu:</HI> Let me have your Avi&s;os, with all the Galantry at <HI>Paris.</HI></P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="25" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="143" REF="80">
<HEAD>The Five and Twentieth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>IF I had made a le&s;s Revolt from Rea&s;on, I had, unque&s;tionably, made a greater from Love: And I ought to have departed (many thanks to your di&s;dains) not the mo&s;t de&s;perate but the mo&s;t in|different of all Men. The har&s;h and rough manner, wherewith you left me, might rea&s;onably Authorize mine: Yet however, do you call to mind, with what an Air I bid you, <HI>Adieu,</HI> and with what an Air you receiv'd it? But no matter for that: I am afraid, &s;uch a re|membrance may let you know, that I went away much more de|&s;perate than indifferent. Notwith|&s;tanding this, I do all that lies in my power to become &s;o: And if (as you &s;ay) I take upon me a certain confident way in my Let|ters, which is not to your Palate, I am &s;ure, in your Papers you al|ways
<PB N="144" REF="81">retain a certain indifferent one, that is not at all to mine. If you think me &s;omewhat too bold for an ab&s;ent Lover, I dare tell you in my turn, that I think you &s;ome|what to bold for an ab&s;ent Mi&s;tris: For, if my pre&s;ence has not been fatal to your Repo&s;e, are not you afraid, lea&s;t this plain acknowledge|ment will re&s;tore me all mine, &s;ee|ing ab&s;ence, according to your Philo&s;ophy, doth frequently kill the be&s;t formed affections? Accor|ding to your Maxims, if I am to fear a Rival in your Heart, have not you al&s;o &s;ome rea&s;on to fear a Rivalle&s;s in mine? By your Cold|ne&s;s, it would be &s;ufficiently w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">|ranted, to meditate Treachery <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> unfaithfulne&s;s: For, upon the whole compute, do you think, that the Plea&s;ures and Charms of <HI>Paris</HI> can|not blot out my mind the horrours and cruelties of .... believe me, <HI>Paris</HI> is a taking City.</P>
<PB N="145" REF="81">
<L>There a thou&s;and deadly <HI>crafty</HI></L>
<L><HI>Baits</HI> are laid t' <HI>en&s;nare</HI> our <HI>&s;afety:</HI></L>
<L>A <HI>thou&s;and</HI> Foes! There's <HI>Youth,</HI> there's <HI>Beauty,</HI></L>
<L>There's <HI>Dre&s;s, Fringe-petticoat,</HI> and <HI>&s;hoe-tie.</HI></L>
<L>There's <HI>Wit,</HI> and <HI>Nice Politene&s;s</HI> too,</L>
<L>And <HI>that,</HI> or <HI>nothing</HI> &s;ure mu&s;t <HI>do.</HI></L>
<L>'Tis <HI>true,</HI> we <HI>need</HI> not thither <HI>roam;</HI></L>
<L>You, <HI>Iris,</HI> have <HI>all the&s;e</HI> at <HI>home,</HI></L>
<L>Yet <HI>unoblig'd</HI> to <HI>Tyring-room.</HI></L>
<L>But yet, there's <HI>one</HI> thing; you have <HI>not,</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>gentle Pa&s;&s;ion</HI> not a <HI>jot.</HI></L>
<P>I fancy, the la&s;t ought to give you more alarms, than all the re&s;t, And, if you may be unea&s;ie upon account of Wit and Merit, you can|not remain &s;o well &s;atisfi'd, as to point of Tenderne&s;s and Affection; for that every Mi&s;tris, of your fiercene&s;s and indifference, ought to fear the kindne&s;s and tractable manners of &s;ome more human Ri|valle&s;s. I mu&s;t confe&s;s to you hone&s;tly, when I &s;ee you have &s;o little Pa&s;&s;ion, that I would choak and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">e mine, and I could wi&s;h
<PB N="146" REF="82">to be in a Condition to tell you with as much ea&s;e and Tranquillity as you tell me, that I am &s;till free, and that you may engage me; but that you are fully a&s;&s;ured of your own power, and the weakne&s;s of my Heart, and you have little rea|&s;on to fear the lo&s;s of it. What delight, now, &s;hou'd I take in re|&s;ettling you, if you were &s;omewhat fearful of me? But, herein, you have but too much rea&s;on, to have an un&s;haken good opinion of your &s;elf, which is founded upon your own Merit. But, notwith&s;tanding this, ever &s;ince my coming to <HI>Paris,</HI> I have done all that lay in my power, not to think of you &s;o often, by making my Addre&s;&s;es to one of the &s;ine&s;t Women in <HI>France,</HI> who doth certainly carry more good na|ture than you do, about her.</P>
<L>Yet, <HI>hand&s;om</HI> though &s;he <HI>be,</HI></L>
<L>Tho &s;he has no <HI>Cruelty,</HI></L>
<PB N="147" REF="82">
<L>Tut <HI>unrebuking</HI> takes th' <HI>Addre&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>I &s;hould have <HI>more Love,</HI> not <HI>more Happi|ne&s;s.</HI></L>
<P>Than herewith, I cannot make a better ending: This is enough to you. <HI>Adieu.</HI> I expect your News.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="26" TYPE="letter">
<HEAD>From <HI>TIMANDER.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Six and Twentieth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>I Am come from <HI>Ver&s;ailles,</HI> where I have been three days. At my return, I find no Letters from you: I &s;tay'd till <HI>Tue&s;day,</HI> as you promis'd me. I am in a doubtful perplexity, whether you have receiv'd mine by the way of ..... Draw me out of this inquietude, if you plea&s;e, and with the &s;oone&s;t you can. I write now to you in great ha&s;t, the Po&s;t|hour coming in&s;tantly on. If I were as well &s;atisfi'd with you, as
<PB N="148" REF="83">I am with ..... I &s;hould be mo&s;t happy. I am made much on here, by a thou&s;and Courte&s;ies, but I cannot wring one from you: How|ever, I adore you, and think of nothing el&s;e: This is enough. An an&s;wer I beg of you: I believe the way of ...... mo&s;t &s;ecure. I have yet no an&s;wer from <HI>Madam....</HI> I cannot find much honour in her procedure, if &s;he has open'd the Letter, I directed to her for you. She may write to me, when &s;he plea&s;es; but I will not &s;end her the <HI>Airs</HI> of <HI>Dambruis,</HI> till &s;he makes me an an&s;wer. I am horribly vex'd, that the Minutes are &s;o urgent: But, do what I will, I mu&s;t con|clude with a&s;&s;uring you, that I am everla&s;tingly <HI>yours.</HI> I de&s;ire an an&s;wer, as &s;oon as you have receiv'd mine: For, I do not much matter, whether it be <HI>Tue&s;day</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> any other day, &s;eeing you know my direction, which is very &s;afe.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="27" TYPE="letter">
<PB N="149" REF="83">
<HEAD>The young <HI>IRIS</HI> to <HI>TIMANDER.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The Seven and Twentieth Letter.</HEAD>
<P>SEveral Lovers I have had; but never in my Life did I &s;ee &s;uch a &s;incere one as you. As 'tis apparent you lov'd me for having &s;een me, I might well doubt, that you would not Love, when you &s;aw me no more, and my &s;ingle Idea cou'd never &s;tand firm and good again&s;t all tho&s;e gay Per&s;ons, you view every day. Never did Lover, before, confide in her, that might cau&s;e his Torment, tho&s;e plea&s;ures he meets withal el&s;ewhere in her ab&s;ence. To tell you the righteous truth of things, you re|call back again the integrity of the fir&s;t Ages: And, if you have not the con&s;tancy of tho&s;e not &s;o much
<PB N="150" REF="84">antient as Antick times, at lea&s;t you have their &s;incerity. This is, likewi&s;e, a Vertue; and you have pitch'd upon it to the other's pre|judice. But, why did you not con&s;ult me? You &s;hould have cho|&s;en the fir&s;t. Upon the word of a Chri&s;tian, I am very much &s;can|daliz'd at your way of proceeding: I think, I &s;hou'd have lik'd much better a Vice, that was &s;omewhat more Complai&s;ant, than &s;o di&s;obli|ging a Vertue. I cannot tell, whe|ther it's your Freedom or your In|con&s;tancy, that di&s;plea&s;es me the mo&s;t: I tell my &s;elf, that 'tis the Confe&s;&s;ion, which offends me, but in truth, I will not peremptorily decide, whether it be the Word, or the Thing: You may draw, what Conclu&s;ions you will from this. But, to con&s;ider things more clo&s;ely, this pretended Infidelity I do &s;u&s;|pect to be a Lover's cheat and trick, that is more faithful, than
<PB N="151" REF="84">he wou'd be thought to be: For, when we leave People in the lurch, we do not u&s;e to advertize them of it, we let our &s;elves bend to our own declentions, and are not ac|cu&s;tom'd to frame &s;uch refined Syl|logi&s;ms. I fancy, you had a mind to try, whether I wou'd be &s;en&s;ible of your lo&s;s: In this ca&s;e, I forgive you with all my Heart. But, what do you de&s;ign by making Jealou&s;ie precede Pa&s;&s;ion in my Heart? Why &s;hou'd you go about to rai&s;e &s;uch a Sentiment there, when it is &s;o &s;weet, to in&s;pire it with tho&s;e that are mo&s;t delicate. Would you have me begin to have a &s;en&s;e of Love by all, that it hath mo&s;t cruel and bloudy-minded? No, in&s;tead of taming and rendring me meek and tractable with it, you put me into Arms and Battel-array a|gain&s;t it. You manage your Inte|re&s;ts with no great Policy, and Old <HI>Nick</HI> of <HI>Florence</HI> is no &s;uch well-wil|ler to you: For,</P>
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<L>In a <HI>fine Mold</HI> Love only does <HI>appear,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Concealing,</HI> what gives <HI>Jealou&s;ie</HI> or <HI>Fear:</HI></L>
<L>And, we &s;hould <HI>keep</HI> our <HI>Properties</HI> by <HI>Law,</HI></L>
<L>If we an <HI>Arbitrary</HI> &s;way <HI>fore-&s;aw.</HI></L>
<P>In effect, Jealou&s;ie [as I have heard &s;ay] has &s;uch motions, as are too &s;harp and Netli&s;h: It ra|ther provoketh and irritates, than &s;oftneth and a&s;&s;wages the Soul: So that in&s;tead of making me ta&s;te the plea&s;ures and kindne&s;&s;es and (as I may &s;ay) the Clemency of Love, you will allow me pre&s;ently nothing but its vexation and bit|terne&s;s. This &s;ame Stratagem would never have bore me far; I &s;hould have immediately im|peach'd the Enterprize. Love has much more pretty and acceptable ways, to in&s;inuate him&s;elf into the Heart: For, what will that, which you have taken, get you, but the&s;e following Ver&s;es?</P>
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<L><HI>Of a</HI> Seque&s;ter'd <HI>Shepherde&s;s</HI></L>
<L><HI>You</HI> fear <HI>to be a</HI> Lover;</L>
<L><HI>By</HI> change <HI>of whom for</HI> &s;omething, <HI>that hath</HI> le&s;s</L>
<L><HI>Severity, you would</HI> remove <HI>her.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Oh! do</HI> not <HI>make a</HI> &s;eparation</L>
<L><HI>Of</HI> one <HI>Heart between</HI> Two;</L>
<L><HI>But the</HI> la&s;t <HI>Conqueror</HI> pur&s;ue:</L>
<L><HI>For it's more</HI> Natural, <HI>to maintain</HI></L>
<L><HI>The</HI> Heavenly <HI>Ble&s;&s;ings of a</HI> peaceful <HI>Reign,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Than</HI> choo&s;e <HI>black</HI> War, Fire, <HI>Sword and</HI> De&s;olation.</L>
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<L>This <HI>you may</HI> do <HI>by my</HI> con&s;ent;</L>
<L><HI>And I &s;hall nought</HI> Gain-&s;ay:</L>
<L><HI>Only one Que&s;t.</HI> What by your fear is meant,</L>
<L><HI>I ve</HI> Catechis'd <HI>mine</HI> Heart <HI>to</HI> Day.</L>
<L><HI>Grateful</HI> alarms <HI>&s;uit well a</HI> Pa&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L><HI>When</HI> to&s;t <HI>by</HI> Sighs <HI>and</HI> Tears,</L>
<L>Expos'd <HI>each Moment, to</HI> new Fears,</L>
<L><HI>But</HI> now, <HI>I can</HI> &s;py <HI>no</HI> pretence,</L>
<L>Timander, <HI>for this pretty</HI> fearing Sen&s;e:</L>
<L><HI>'Tis</HI> &s;tupifi'd <HI>in a</HI> dead Inclination.</L>
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<P>PAg. 5. Lin. 23. <HI>for</HI> member, <HI>read</HI> number. p. 13. l. 19 <HI>r.</HI> inacce&s;&s;ible. p. 21. l. 19. <HI>r.</HI> Bulky. p. 24. l. 9. <HI>for</HI> &s;hould <HI>r.</HI> would. p. 30. l. 17. <HI>for</HI> do <HI>r.</HI> does. p. 38 l. 5. <HI>for</HI> would <HI>r.</HI> &s;hould. p. 40. l. 19. <HI>r.</HI> &s;nudg|ing. p. 42. l. 18. <HI>r.</HI> ridiculous. p. 45. l. 4. <HI>r.</HI> through. <HI>ibid. r.</HI> brought't. p. 62. l. 7. <HI>r.</HI> ala&s;s p. 97. l. 11. <HI>for</HI> of <HI>r.</HI> at. p. 102. l. 9. <HI>for</HI> to <HI>r.</HI> two. p. 111. l. 12. <HI>r.</HI> repent. p. 118. l. 3. <HI>r.</HI> amu&s;ement. <HI>ibid.</HI> l. 18. <HI>for</HI> make <HI>r.</HI> take. p. 191. l. 5. <HI>for</HI> it, <HI>r.</HI> not. p. 130. l. 7. <HI>r. Genius.</HI> p. 135. l. 21. <HI>r.</HI> con&s;ters. p. 137. l. 1. <HI>r.</HI> in&s;upportably. <HI>The</HI> Reader <HI>is de&s;ir'd to</HI> mend <HI>or</HI> excu&s;e <HI>the</HI> Faults <HI>in</HI> Pointing.</P>
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