They reply’d but little, hastning to their daughter; and fearing worse mischief might ensue, they instantly conveyed her into the Country. She had not remained there long, before she was cured, and not enduring to be confined to solitariness, repaired again to the City, where now she lives, as such do that keep Civet-Cats; but I hear she is very reserved to all but such she knows she may intrust her self with. But let her go with these Lines pin’d to her back. _There never yet was woman made, Nor shall, but to be curst; And oh! that I (fond I) should first Of any Lover This Truth at my own charge to other Fools discover._ _Ye that have promis’d to your selves Propriety in Love; Know womens hearts like straws do move, And what we call Their Sympathy, is but love to jet in general._ _All Mankind are alike to them; And though we Iron find That never with the Loadstone joyn’d, ’Tis not the Irons fault, It is because the Loadstone yet was never brought._ _If where a gentle Bee hath fallen And laboured to his power, A new succeeds not to that flower, But passeth by ’Tis to be thought the Gallant elsewhere loads his thigh._ _For still the flowers ready stand; One buzzes round about, One lights, one tasts, gets in, gets out. All always use them, Till all their sweets are gone, and all again refuse them._ However, I must confess my own faults, as well as condemn others; which was, I was too inquisitive after that, which the more I knew, would the more disturb me. Of all things the less we know, the better. Curiosity in this renders a man as ridiculous a Coxcomb, as that Cuckold Sir _John Suckling_ mentioneth, who made diligent enquiry, whether he was made so in a bed, or on a Couch, and whether his duty-officiating Cavalier pulled off his Spurs first or not, _&c._ Well, it was my hard fate to Marry thus like one doom’d to prison, who expecting to lie in a private room, is confined to the Hole. Had I married the best, I believe I should have found my self in the Stocks. ’Tis strange that I of all men should be deceiv’d by this thing that was like a box bearing drugs not suitable to the inscription. Had not my passion hung in my eyes, when I lookt into her disposition and carriage, I might have easily understood that her behavior in the presence of me was only like action on a publick Stage, and that the evil of her natural inclinations were hid from me under the vail of silence and seeming modesty. And indeed my pallate was bed-ridden, and so scarce sensible of sauce, much less of meat. But since I have had such ill-luck in marriage, which some vainly and falsly account a merry-age, I shall in the ensuing Discourse give you some instruction or advice as Land-marks. For having split upon this Rock, I may the better be a Pylot to another that would sail this way.