Once you must Love to learn to live, ‘Tis the first lesson you shou’d learn; Useful instructions Love will give, If you avoid too much concern: Loves flame, thô in appearance bright, Deceives with false and glittering light. But, _Lysidus_, the time is come You must to Beauty bid adieu; Recal your wandering passions home. And only be to Glory true; She is a Mistress that will last When all Loves fires are gone and past. Those words, repeated to me with an Air haughty and imperious, toucht me to the very Soul, and made me blush a thousand times with shame to behold myself in that ridiculous state, almost reduc’d to the same tenderness for _Bellinda_ and _Bellimante_ I had before had for _Silvia_; but I soon found my error and in an instant became more in Love with Glory than I had ever been in my life. Insomuch that I resolv’d to leave _Irresolution_ and follow her. I confess at first it gave my heart som little pain to withdraw and dis-ingage it from so long and so fond a custom, and I was more than once forc’d to parley thus with my intractable and stubborn heart. Oh! fond remembrance! do not bring False notions to my easy heart. And make the foolish tender thing Think, that with Love it cannot part; Or dy when er’e the charming God Forsak’s his old and kind abode. And thou, my heart, be calm and Pleas’d, For better hours thou now shalt see, Of all thy Anxious torments eas’d From all thy toyles and slavery free, From Beauties Pride and peevish scorns, From Wits Intregueing false returns. ‘Tis Honour now thou shalt persue, Her dictates only shalt obey; Yet Beauty en Passant may view And be with all loves Pleasures Gay, Quench when you please resistless fires, But make no business of desires. Thus, my dear _Lysander_, following Glory, I soon arriv’d at the extent of the Island of _Love_, and there I incounter’d a thousand Beauties, Attractions, Graces and Agreements; all which endeavor’d anew, but in vain, to engage me. I past by ‘em all without any regard only sight, as I beheld ‘em with the remembrance, how once the meanest of those Beauties wou’d have charm’d me. I lookt back on all those happy shades, who had been conscious of my softest pleasures, and a thousand times I sighing bid ‘em farewell; the Rivers, Springs and Fountains had my wishes that they might still be true and favor Lovers, as they had a thousand times done me. These dear remembrance, you may believe, stay’d some time with me, yet I wou’d not for an Empire have return’d to ‘em again, nor have liv’d that life over anew I had so long and with so much pleasure persu’d.