Do not rise yet; you may find Thoughts agreeable enough, when you awake, to entertain you longer in Bed. And ‘tis in that Hour you ought to recollect all the Dreams you had in the Night. If you had dream’d any thing to my advantage, confirm your self in that thought; but if to my disadvantage, renounce it, and disown the injurious Dream. ‘Tis in this Hour also that I give you leave to reflect on all that I have ever said and done, that has been most obliging to you, and that gives you the most tender Sentiments. The Reflections. _Remember,_ Damon, _while your Mind_ _Reflects on things that charm and please,_ _You give me Proofs that you are kind,_ _And set my doubting Soul at ease:_ _For when your Heart receives with Joy_ _The thoughts of Favours which I give,_ _My Smiles in vain I not employ,_ _And on the Square we love and live._ _Think then on all I ever did,_ _That e’er was charming, e’er was dear;_ _Let nothing from that Soul be hid,_ _Whose Griefs and Joys I feel and share._ _All that your Love and Faith have sought,_ } _All that your Vows and Sighs have bought,_ } _Now render present to your Thought._ } And for what’s to come, I give you leave, _Damon_, to flatter your self, and to expect, I shall still pursue those Methods, whose Remembrance charms so well: But, if it be possible, conceive these kind Thoughts between sleeping and waking, that all my too forward Complaisance, my Goodness, and my Tenderness, which I confess to have for you, may pass for Half Dreams: for ‘tis most certain, _That tho’ the Favours of the Fair_ _Are ever to the Lover dear;_ _Yet, lest he should reproach that easy Flame,_ _That buys its Satisfaction with its Shame;_ _She ought but rarely to confess_ _How much she finds of Tenderness;_ _Nicely to guard the yielding part,_ _And hide the hard-kept Secret in her Heart._