The simplest and merely natural smells are most pleasing unto me; which care ought chiefly to concerne women. In the verie heart of Barbarie, the Scithian women, after they have washed themselves, did sprinkle, dawbe, and powder all their bodies and faces over with a certain odoriferous drug that groweth in their countrie: which dust and dawbing being taken away, when they come neere men, or their husbands, they remaine verie cleane, and with a verie sweet savouring perfume. What odour soever it be, it is strange to see what hold it will take on me, and how apt my skin is to receive it. He that complaineth against nature, that she hath not created man with a fit instrument, to carrie sweet smells fast-tied to his nose, is much to blame; for they carrie themselves. As for me in particular, my mostachoes, which are verie thick, serve me for that purpose. Let me but approach my gloves or my hand kercher to them, their smell will sticke upon them a whole day. They manifest the place I come from. The close-smacking, sweetnesse-moving, love-alluring, and greedi-smirking kisses of youth, were heretofore wont to sticke on them many houres after; yet I am little subject to those popular diseases that are taken by conversation and bred by the contagion of the ayre: And I have escaped those of my time of which there hath beene many and severall kinds, both in the Townes, about me, and in our Armie: We read of Socrates that during the time of many plagues and relapses of the pestilence, which so often infested the Citie of Athens, he never forsooke or went out of the Towne: yet was he the only man that was never infected, or that felt any sickness. FROM THE BALLAD À-LA-MODE [Sidenote: _Austin Dobson_] "Ah, Phillis! cruel Phillis! (I heard a shepherd say) You hold me with your eyes, and yet You bid me--Go my way!" "Ah, Colin! foolish Colin! (The maiden answered so) If that be all, the ill is small, I close them--You may go!" But when her eyes she opened (Although the sun it shone), She found the shepherd had not stirred-- "Because the light was gone!" Ah, Cupid! wanton Cupid! 'Twas ever thus your way: When maids would bid you ply your wings, You find excuse to stay! DREAMTHORP [Sidenote: _Alexander Smith_]