There they kept him a Week, and we wonder'd we heard nothing of him, not knowing what methods were us'd to hinder us; and to avoid seeing our Friends, who would enquire the Reason, we thought it best to retire hither, this being a private Place. When _Cloridon_ knew I was out of Town, he went himself to free him, and told him things had been misrepresented, and he had been wrong'd; but in requital he would procure him any Employment he would name; but he did not accept it. When he came to enquire for me, no Body could tell him where I was: But a Friend with whom I had left such Orders, told him, that I had taken it so ill, that he should slight me so far, as neither to come, nor to send to me, in so long time, that whatever he could say for himself, I wou'd never forgive him, nor so much as hear him. He was no doubt troubled at it, but he was not a Man to take any thing much to Heart; and _Cloridon_ knowing he had not dealt very fairly by him, was very desirous to oblige him some other way: And indeed he did him a very considerable Service not long after, for he was really accus'd privately to the King of a Plot, which wou'd have cost him his Life, if _Cloridon_ had not taken a great deal of pains to free him, more than he could have expected in such a ticklish Affair as that; and had like to become himself suspected by it: So that I think he has been more his Friend in saving his Life, than he was his Enemy in taking his Mistress from him. This is, _Cleander_, the true Cause of my Retirement, which is very agreeable to me, whilst I hear often from you, and whilst _Cloridon_ continues to think of me. I have sent you a Copy of Verses which he writ to me just after I came hither. _Nor cou'd my Rival, when those Charms By thee were destin'd to his Arms, Be half so bless'd as I, to find The lovely Nun for me Confin'd: Nor when of all that Bliss bereav'd, He saw his full-blown hopes deceiv'd, Cou'd be so curst as I to see My self Exil'd from Heav'n in thee. Strange Contradiction in my Fate, At once a blest and wretched State: But who--what Lover wou'd not choose Thus to gain all, tho' all he lose? So Merchants strive their Lives to save, Threaten'd by ev'ry Wind and Wave, And see with joy the long'd for Coast, Tho' all they ventur'd for is lost._