_To tear it thence I try'd in vain; To strive I quickly found Was only to increase the Pain, And to enlarge the Wound. Ah! much too well, I fear, you know What pain I'm to endure, Since what your Eyes alone cou'd do, Your Heart alone can cure. And That (grant Heaven I may mistake) I doubt is doom'd to bear A Burden for another's sake, Who ill rewards its Care._ _Aman._ Well, now, _Berinthia_, I'm at leisure to hear what 'twas you had to say to me. _Ber._ What I had to say, was only to echo the Sighs and Groans of a dying Lover. _Aman._ Phu, will you never learn to talk in earnest of any thing? _Ber._ Why this shall be in earnest, if you please; for my part, I only tell you Matter of Fact--you may take it which way you like best; but if you'll follow the Women of the Town, you'll take it both ways; for when a Man offers himself to one of them, first she takes him in jest, and then she takes him in earnest. _Aman._ I'm sure there's so much jest and earnest in what you say to me, I scarce know how to take it; but I think you have bewitched me, for I don't find it possible to be angry with you, say what you will. _Ber._ I'm very glad to hear it, for I have no mind to quarrel with you, for some Reasons that I'll not brag of; but quarrel or not, smile or frown, I must tell you what I have suffer'd upon your account. _Aman._ Upon my account! _Ber._ Yes, upon yours; I have been forc'd to sit still and hear you commended for two Hours together, without one Compliment to myself; now don't you think a Woman has a blessed time of that? _Aman._ Alas! I shou'd have been unconcern'd at it; I never knew where the Pleasure lay of being prais'd by the Men: but pray who was this that commended me so? _Ber._ One you have a mortal Aversion to--Mr. _Worthy_: he us'd you like a Text, he took you all to pieces, but spoke so learnedly upon every Point, one might see the Spirit of the Church was in him: if you are a Woman, you'd have been in an Extasy to have heard how feelingly he handled your Hair, your Eyes, your Nose, your Mouth, your Teeth, your Tongue, your Chin, your Neck, and so forth. Thus he preach'd for an Hour; but when he came to use an Application, he observ'd that all these, without a Gallant, were nothing--Now consider of what has been said, and Heaven give you Grace to put it in practice! _Aman._ Alas! _Berinthia_, did I incline to a Gallant, (which you know I do not) do you think a Man so nice as he, cou'd have the least concern for such a plain unpolish'd thing as I am? It is impossible! _Ber._ Now have you a great mind to put me upon commending you. _Aman._ Indeed that was not my Design. _Ber._ Nay, if it were, it's all one, for I won't do't, I'll leave that to your Looking-glass. But to shew you I have some Good-nature left, I'll commend him, and may be that may do as well. _Aman._ You have a great mind to persuade me I am in love with him.