Be kind or cruel every day, Your Eyes may wear what dress they please, ‘Twill not affect me either way, Now my fond Heart has found its Peace, And all my Tears and Sighings cease. I must confess you’re wondrous fair, And know, to conquer such a Heart; Is worth an Age of sad despair, If Lovers Merits were Desert; But you’re unjust as well as fair, And Love subsists not with despair, No more than Lovers by the Air. I’ve spar’d no Sighs nor Floods of Tears, Nor any thing to move your Mind, With sacred Vows I fed your Cares; But found your rebel Heart unkind, And Vanity had made you blind. No more my Knees shall bow before Those unconcern’d and haughty Eyes, Nor be so senseless to adore That Saint, that all my Prayers despise: No, I contemn your Cruelty Since in a Humor not do dye. Having said all this with an Air of Disdain, I, smiling, took my leave, with much less Civility and Respect than I used to do: and hasting to _Intelligence_, I past my time very well with _Bellinda_, to whom I paid all my Visits, and omitted nothing that might make _Bellimante_ know I had forgot her: But at the end of some days by a very happy change, she finding more inclination to Love than to Cruelty, banishing all Obstacles in Favour of a Lover, she came to _Intelligence_; where at first sight she made me some little Reproaches, and that in so soft a manner, that I did not doubt but I had toucht her Heart: I swore a thousand times, that all I had done, was only put on to see if it were possible she could resent it, and force from her Heart some little concern for my supposed loss. At this time I had abundance of Intreagues upon my hands, for it was not with _Bellinda_ and _Bellimante_, with whom I lived in this manner; and indeed it is impossible to remain at _Intelligence_ and to make a Court but to two Persons only, where there are so many of the Fair and Young. I writ every day several Billets; and received every day as many: I had every day two or three Rendezvous; and one ought to manage matters very discreetly, that neither Party might come to the knowledge of the others concern; and one ought to be a Man of great Address and Subtilty to love more than one securely; and though this gave me some pain, it was nevertheless an _Embarrass_ very agreeable, and in which I could have lived a great while; if Envy, which cannot suffer any Body to be happy in _Intelligence_, had not arrived there and told a great many things which discovered my Intreagues; so that _Bellinda_, with whom I had lived there with great Tranquillity a long time, and _Bellimante_, with whom I was but just beginning to be happy, were both obliged to quit this delightful place, where we enjoyed many happy hours; and they retired till the noise was a little over; and with them all those who had afforded me any hope: If any one of these had stayed, I had