the clamour, I took my flight from ‘em both, and ran with all the force I cou’d to a Village call’d _Irresolution_; and where _Coquet Love_ abandon’d me saying that place was not proper for him. The Houses of this Village are for the most part not half built, but all appears very desolate and ruinous: It appertains to a Lady very fantastique of the same name. She makes a Figure pleasant enough, she never dresses herself, because she cannot determin what habit to put on; she is ever tormenting herself, still turning to this side and to that, yet never stirs from the place, because undetermin’d she knows not whither nor which way to go: And having so many in her mind resolves to go to neither; one always sees an Agitation in her Eyes, that keeps them in perpetual motion and fixt on nothing. You see her perpetually perplext with a thousand designs in her head at once, but puts none of them in execution. I found myself in this place Embarrassed with a thousand confusions and thoughts, for _Bellinda_ and _Bellimante_ had equally shar’d my soul, and I knew not for which I shou’d declare; nor whether the Wit and extream good Humour of the first were more powerful upon my heart, than the Beauty and softness of the last, so that I was wholly unable to determin which I shou’d quit, having the same sentiments for one as the other, and resolv’d to abandon both rather than content myself with one: And the fear of losing one was the occasion of my losing both, in fine I was in the most cruel incertainty in the World. And I cou’d not forbear saying a thousand times to myself, When _Love_ shall two fair objects mix, And in the Heart two passions fix: ‘Tis a pleasure too severe, Cruel Joy we cannot bear, Too much Love for two I own, But too little flame for one. While I was thus perplext betwixt these two violent passions, when no reason cou’d resolve me which to choose, as I was one day meditating what to do in this extremity, a Woman presented herself to me, whose Beauty was infinitely transcending all I had ever beheld; she had a noble and Majestick meen, a most Divine Air, and her charms cast so great a Lustre that I was dazzl’d with Gazing on her; she struck me with so profound a respect at the first sight of her Glory’s, that I cou’d not forbear throwing myself at her feet, imploring I might be eternally permitted to Adore her; and to become her slave. When raising me from the ground, and looking on me with Eyes more Majestick than kind, she said to me in a loud voyce: Fly, _Lysidus_, this hated Place, Too long thou’st bin a slave to Love. Thy youth has yet a nobler Race In more Illustrious paths to move. Glory your fonder flame controuls, Glory, the life of generous Souls.