reasonable than hers, I began to find myself to soften into liking of this new fair one, who was called _Cemena_, and who, to spight her former Lover, endeavor’d to be seen with me in all the publick places she cou’d, which gave him Infinite torments of Jealousie. One day as I was walking with this _Cemena_ in a place where the young and the fair frequent, _Bellinda_ and _Bellimante_ often passed by us, and saw us both well pleas’d and in good humour; I cou’d perceive their colour goe and come, and that they were as uneasy at this object, as my heart you’d wish, and by their quitting of the place immediately after, I was assured of all my hope, and believed I had gained my Point; at the end of two or three days, one Morning walking alone in the same place I encountered _Bellimante_, who hap’ned to be attended with her Woman onely; she chang’d colour at my approach, and wou’d have passed me by but I stay’d her by the Robe; and said a thousand things to her that angry Love inspir’d me with, while she on her side did the same, till we had talk’d ourselves by degrees into reason, and good understanding. I found her Resentment to be only the excess of Love, and all those faults are easily forgiven, I immediately threw myself at her Feet, and made her a thousand protestations of my fidelity, and she, in her turn excused herself with all the tenderness imaginable, she made me a thousand new vows and caresses, and forgot nothing that might perswade me that all she did was by Counsel of _Spight_. Oh! how soft it is to see The fair one we believe untrue, Eager and impatient be To be reconcil’d anew; When their little cheats of Love Shall with reasons be excus’d, Oh! how soft it is to prove. With what ease we are abus’d! When we come to understand How unjust are all our fears; And to feel the lovely hand Wiping from our Eyes the tears. And a thousand Favours pay For every drop they kiss away, Oh! how soft it is to yield, To the Maid just reconcil’d.