Lake of Disgust, whether, in persuing her (at my return,) I found her, ready to take Boat to have past quite away, and where there are but too many to transport those Passengers, who follow _Indifference_ over the Lake of _Disgust_. I saw this disagreeable Creature too, but she appeared too ugly for me to approach her, but forcing _Silvia_ back, I returned again to the Palace of _True Pleasure_, where some days after there arrived to me a Misfortune, of which, I believed I should never have seen an end. I found _Silvia_ inviron’d round with new Lovers, still adoring and pleasing her a thousand ways, and though none of ‘em were so rich, so young, or so handsom as I, she nevertheless failed not to treat ‘em with all the Smiles and Caresses ‘twas possible to imagin; when I complain’d of this, she would satisfy my fears with so many Vows and Imprecations, that I would believe her, and think myself unreasonable, but when she would be absent whole days, in a hundred places, she would find such probable Excuse, and lye with such a Grace, no mortal cou’d have accused her, so that all the whole Island took notice that I was a baffled Cuckold, before I could believe she would deceive me, so heartily she damn’d herself: Through all the Groves I was the pointed Coxcomb, laught at aloud, and knew not where the jest lay; but thought myself as secure in the Innocence of my deceiving fair one, as the first hour I Charmed her, and like a keeping Cully, lavish’d out my Fortune, my plenteous Fortune, to make her fine to Cuckold me. ‘Sdeath! how I scorn the Follies of my Dotage; and am resolv’d to persue Love for the future, in such a manner as it shall never cost me a Sigh: This shall be my method. A Constancy in Love I’ll prise, And be to Beauty true: And doat on all the lovely Eyes, That are but fair and new. On _Cloris_ Charms to day I’ll feed, To morrow _Daphne_ move; For bright _Lucinda_ next I’ll bleed, And still be true to Love. But Glory only and Renown My serious hours shall charm; My Nobler Minutes those shall Crown, My looser hours, my Flame. All the Fatigues of Love I’ll hate, And _Phillis’s_ new Charms That hopeless Fire shall dissipate, My Heart for _Cloe_ warms. The easie Nymph I once enjoy’d Neglected now shall pass, Possession, that has Love destroy’d Shall make me pitiless. In vain she now attracts and mourns, Her moving Power is gone, Too late (when once enjoy’d,) she burns, And yeilding, is undone. My Friend, the little charming Boy Conforms to my desires, And ‘tis but to augment my Joy He pains me with his Fires; All that’s in happy Love I’ll tast, And rifle all his store, And for one Joy, that will not last, He brings a thousand more.