After I had past my time awhile thus in _Coquettre_, this little Love, who was my Guide, carried me to _Declaration_: I thought then upon the time of my first Arrival on the _Isle of Love_; and how _Respect_, that awful hinderer of our Pleasure, prevented me from going to this Place: I urg’d this very argument _Respect_ then made me, to my _Coquet_ Love now, who for answer return’d me nothing but loud Laughter; and when I askt his reason, he replied, that _Respect_ did not forbid any to go to _Declaration_, but those only who knew not how to behave themselves well there, and who were not so well fashion’d and bred as they ought to be, who go thither: And that it was a mere cheat in _Respect_ to conduct people to _Love_ by _Discretion_, that being much the farthest way about, and under favor to Monsieur _Respect_ he is but a troublesome companion to a Lover, who designs to cure those wounds the fair has given him, and, if he have no better counsellor, he may languish all his life without revealing the secret of his soul to the object belov’d, and so never find redress. But this Sir _Formal_, (_Respect_ says _Love_,) is a very great favourite of the Lady’s, who is always in fee with them as a Jilt with a Justice; who manages their Fools just as they wou’d have ‘em; for it is the most agreeable thing in the World to them, and what the most feeds their vanity, to see at their feet a thousand Lovers sigh, burn, and languish; the fair are never angry to find themselves belov’d, nor ever weary of being Ador’d. I was extreamly pleas’d at this frank Humour of my little Love who told me this, and without much scruple or consideration to _Respect_ I followed him towards _Declaration_, and in my way he gave me this Advice. When you Love, or speak of it, Make no serious matter on’t, ‘Twill make but subject for her wit And gain her scorn in lieu of Grant. Sneeking, whining, dull Grimasses Pale the Appetite, they’d move; Only Boys and formal Asses Thus are Ridicul’d by Love. While you make a Mystery Of your Love and awful flame; Young and tender Hearts will fly, Frighted at the very name; Always brisk and gayly court, Make Love your pleasure not your pain, ‘Tis by wanton play and sport Heedless Virgins you will gain.