A glance at the anteceding Pages of this _Libellus_ me-sheweth poor _Will Roper_ at the Season his Love-fitt for me was at its Height. He troubleth me with it noe longer, nor with his religious Disquietations. Hard Studdy of the Law hath filled his Head with other Matters, and made him infinitely more rationall, and by Consequents, more agreeable. 'Twas one of those Preferences young People sometimes manifest, themselves know neither why nor wherefore, and are shamed, afterwards, to be reminded of. I'm sure I shall ne'er remind him. There was nothing in me to fix a rational or passionate Regard. I have neither _Bess's_ Witt nor white Teeth, nor _Daisy's_ dark Eyes, nor _Mercy's_ Dimple. A plain-favoured Girl, with changefulle Spiritts,--that's alle. _26th._ _Patteson's_ latest Jest was taking Precedence of _Father_ yesterday with the Saying, "Give place, Brother; you are but Jester to King _Harry_, and I'm Jester to Sir _Thomas More_; I'll leave you to decide which is the greater Man of the two." "Why, Gossip," cries _Father_, "his Grace woulde make two of me." "Not a Bit of it," returns _Patteson_, "he's big enow for two such as you are, I grant ye, but the King can't make two of you. No! Lords and Commons may make a King, but a King can't make a Sir _Thomas More_." "Yes, he can," rejoyns _Father_, "he can make me Lord Chancellor, and then he will make me more than I am already; _ergo_, he will make Sir _Thomas_ more." "But what I mean is," persists the Fool, "that the King can't make such another as you are, any more than all the King's Horses and all the King's Men can put _Humpty-dumpty_ together again, which is an ancient Riddle, and full of Marrow. And soe he'll find, if ever he lifts thy Head off from thy Shoulders, which GOD forbid!" _Father_ delighteth in sparring with _Patteson_ far more than in jesting with the King, whom he alwaies looks on as a Lion that may, any Minute, fall on him and rend him. Whereas, with t'other, he ungirds his Mind. Their Banter commonly exceeds not Pleasantrie, but _Patteson_ is ne'er without an Answer; and although, maybe, each amuses himselfe now and then with thinking, "I'll put him up with such a Question," yet, once begun, the Skein runs off the Reel without a Knot, and shews the excellent Nature of both, soe free are they alike from Malice and Over-license. Sometimes theire Cuts are neater than common Listeners apprehend. I've seene _Rupert_ and _Will_, in fencing, make theire Swords flash in the Sun at every Parry and Thrust; agayn, owing to some Change in mine owne Position, or the Decline of the Sun, the Scintillations have escaped me, though I've known their Rays must have been emitted in some Quarter alle the same.