Lo here, the Record of my follies past, The fruits of Wit unstaid, and hours misspent! Full wise is he that perils can forecast, And so, by others' harms, his own prevent. All Worldly Pleasure that delights the Sense, Is but a short Sleep, and Time's vain expense! XL. The sun hath twice his annual course performed, Since first unhappy I, began to love; Whose errors now, by Reason's rule reformed, Conceits of Love but smoke and shadows prove. Who, of his folly, seeks more praise to win; Where I have made an end, let him begin! _J. C._ FINIS. [Illustration] DAIPHANTUS, OR The Passions of Love. Comical to read, _But Tragical to act:_ As full of Wit, as Experience. By AN. SC. Gentleman. _Fœlix quem faciunt aliena pericula cautum._ Whereunto is added, _The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage._ [Illustration] LONDON: Printed by T. C. for WILLIAM COTTON: and are to be sold at his shop, near Ludgate. 1604. [Illustration] _The Argument._ [Illustration] Daiphantus, a younger brother, very honourably descended, brought up but not born in Venice; naturally subject to Courting, but not to Love; reputed a man rather full of compliment, than of true courtesy; more desirous to be thought honest, than so to be wordish beyond discretion; promising more to all, than friendship could challenge; mutable in all his actions, but his affections aiming indeed to gain opinion rather than goodwill; challenging love from greatness, not from merit; studious to abuse his own wit, by the common sale of his infirmities; lastly, under the colour of his natural affection (which indeed was very pleasant and delightful) coveted to disgrace every other to his own discontent: a scourge to Beauty, a traitor to Women, and an infidel to Love. This He, this creature, at length, falls in love with two at one instant; yea, two of his nearest allies: and so indifferently [_equally_] yet outrageously, as what was commendable in the one, was admirable in the other. By which means, as not despised, not regarded! if not deceived, not pitied! They esteemed him as he was in deed, not words. He protested, they jested! He swore he loved in sadness; they in sooth believed, but seemed to give no credence to him: thinking him so humorous as no resolution could be long good; and holding this his attestation to them of affection in that kind, [no] more than his contesting against it before time.