By this time we were arriv’d to _Declaration_, which is a very little Village, since it is only for Passengers to pass thrô, and none live there, the Country is very Perilous, and those that make a false step run a great risque of falling from some precipice: Round about rises a very great mist, and people have much ado to know each other; of these mists there are two sorts: The one on the side of _Denial_, the other on that of _Permission_, the first is very disagreeable and draws a very ill consequence with it; the other directs you to a place of intire divertisement, but I had so good a guide that the entrance gave me no trouble at all. When I came to the Village, I found _Bellimante_, and _Bellinda_, to whom by turns I told all my heart; and discover’d all its passion or its tenderness which was to me much better. When to the charming _Bellinda_ I came, With my heart full of Love and desire, To gain my wisht end I talkt of a flame, Of sighing, and dying, and fire, I swore to her charms that my soul did submit, And the slave was undone by the force of her Wit. To fair _Bellimante_ the same tale I told, And I vow’d and I swore her fair Eyes No Heart-Ravisht mortal cou’d ever behold But he panting and languishing Dys, And while I was vowing, the ardour of youth Made myself even believe what I swore was all Truth. I confess to you, my dear _Lysander_, that it was a great while before I cou’d make myself be believ’d by _Bellinda_, or gain any credit upon her heart, she had a great deal of Wit and cou’d see farther into the designs of her Lovers than those who had not so much, or had had so many vows pay’d them: I perceiv’d well enough, I was not hated by her, and that she had not a heart wholly insensible; so that I never quitted her till I had gain’d so much upon her to accompany me to _Permission_, where for some time we pass our days very pleasantly; and having so good fortune with _Bellinda_, I had now a great desire to try my power over _Bellimante_: and where indeed, contrary to my expectation, I was not so happy: But she went from me to _Denial_; and I was for that hour oblig’d to return again to _Bellinda_, it was some time I searcht her in vain, but at last found her at a little Village, extreamly agreeable. There are very few Inhabitants, but those that are live in perpetual union, yet do not talk much, for they understand one another with half words: A sign of the Hand, the Head or the Eye, a glance or smile is sufficient to declare a great part of the Inclination. It is here where the Lover takes all freedoms, without controul, and says and does all that soft Love can permit: And every day they take and give a secret Entertainment, speaking a particular Language, which every body does not understand, and none but Lovers can reply to; in effect, there are as many Languages as there are persons.