‘Twas but a Dream, yet by my Heart I knew, Which still was Panting, part of it was true: Oh how I strove the rest to have believ’d; Asham’d and Angry to be undeceiv’d! But now LOVE calls me forth; and scarce allows A moment to the Gods to pay my Vows: He all Devotion has in disesteem, But that which we too fondly render him: LOVE drest me for the day; and both repair, With an impatient hast to _Little Care_; Where many days m’ advantage I pursu’d, But Night returns me to _Inquietude_; There suffer’d all that absent Lovers griev’d, And only knew by what I felt I liv’d; A thousand little Fears afflict my Heart, And all its former order quite subvert; The Beauty’s which all day my hope imploy’d, Seem now too excellent to be enjoy’d. I number all my RIVALS over now, Then Raving Mad with Jealousie I grow, Which does my Flame to that vast height increase; That here I found, I lov’d to an Excess: These wild Distractions every Night increase, But day still reconciles me into Peace; And I forget amidst their soft Delights, The unimagin’d torment of the Nights. ‘Twas thus a while I liv’d at _Little Care_, Without advance of Favour or of fear, When fair _Aminta_ from that Court departs, And all her Lovers leave with broken Hearts, On me alone she does the Grace confer, In a Permission I shou’d wait on her. Oh with what eager Joy I did obey! Joy, which for fear it shou’d my Flame betray, I Veil’d with Complisance; which Lovers Eyes Might find transported through the feign’d disguise; But hers were unconcern’d; or wou’d not see, The Trophies of their new gain’d Victory: _Aminta_ now to _Good Reception_ goes; A place which more of Entertainment shows Then State or Greatness; where th’.nhabitants, Are Civil to the height of Complisance; They Treat all Persons with a chearful Grace, And show ‘em all the pleasures of the Place; By whose Example bright _Aminta_ too, Confirm’d her self, and more obliging grew. Her Smiles and Air more Gracious now appear; And her Victorious Eyes more sweetness wear: The wonderous Majesty that drest her Brow, Becomes less Awful, but more Charming now: Her Pride abating does my Courage warm, And promises success from every Charm. She now permits my Eyes, with timorous Fears, To tell her of the Wounds she’as made by hers, Against her Will my Sighs she does approve, And seems well pleas’d to think they come from Love. Nothing oppos’d it self to my delight, But absence from _Aminta_ every Night. But LOVE, who recompences when he please, And has for every Cruelty an ease; Who like to bounteous Heaven, assigns a share Of future Bliss to those that suffer here: Led me to HOPE! A City fair and large, Built with much Beauty, and Adorn’d with Charge. HOPE.