Cease to defend your Amorous Heart, Against a double flame; Where two may claim an equal Part Without reproach or shame. ‘Tis Love that makes Life’s happiness, And he that best wou’d live By Love alone must Life caress, And all his Darts receive. _Coquettre_ is a Person, that endeavours to please and humour every Body, but of all those who every day fill her Train, she caresses none with that Address and Assiduity as she did me, for I was a new Face, to whom she is ever most obliging and entertaining. However, notwithstanding the Advice of _Coquettre_, I fancied this young Charmer had engaged all my Soul; and while I gazed on her Beauty, I thought on _Bellinda_ no more; but believed I should wholly devote myself to _Bellimante_, whose Eyes alone seemed capable to inflame me. I took my leave with Sighs, and went home extream well pleas’d with this days Adventure. All this Night I slept as well as if no tenderness had toucht my Heart, and though I Lov’d infinitely, it gave me no disturbance; the next morning a thousand pleasant things _Bellinda_ had said to me, came into my mind, and gave me a new inclination to entertain myself with that witty Beauty; and dressing myself in haste with the desire I had to be with her, I went again, the morning being very inviting, to the Garden, where before I had seen her, and was so lucky to encounter her; I found her blush at my approach; which I counted a good Omen of my future happiness; she received me with all the Gayety and Joy good liking and Wit could inspire: Nor was I backward on my part, but addrest myself to her with all imaginable respect, and as much Love in my Eyes as I was able to put on; which, I found, she saw with Pleasure; she had not entertained me half an hour, but I was so absolutely charmed, that I forgot there was a _Bellimante_ in the World. Thus for several days I lived; every day visiting both these attracting Beauties, and at Night, when I was retired, was not able to inform myself which I liked best: Both were equally beloved, and it was now, that methought I began to tast of true Joy; I found myself in Love without any sort of inquietude; when I was Melancholy, I went to visit _Bellinda_, and she with her Gayety and Wit would inspire me with good Humour; If I were over-prest with good Company, and too much Conversation and Noise, I would visit _Bellimante_, who by a certain softness in her discourse, and a natural Languishment in her Eyes and Manners, charmed and calmed me to a reposed tranquillity; so that to make me fortunate in Love, I could not have fixed my desires better: I had too little Love to be wretched, and enough to make my happiness and Pleasure.