vanquish the whole, if she pleases; and triumphs over me in her secret Imaginations. Remember, _Damon_, that while you act thus in the Company and Conversation of other Beauties, every Look or Word you give in favour of ‘em, is an Indignity to my Reputation; and which you cannot suffer if you love me truly, and with Honour: and assure your self, so much Vanity as you inspire in her, so much Fame you rob me of; for whatever Praises you give another Beauty, so much you take away from mine. Therefore, if you dine in Company, do as others do: Be generally civil, not applying your self by Words or Looks to any particular Person: Be as gay as you please: Talk and laugh with all, for this is not the Hour for Chagrin. The Permission. _My_ Damon, _tho’ I stint your Love,_ _I will not stint your Appetite;_ _That I would have you still improve,_ _By every new and fresh Delight._ _Feast till_ Apollo _hides his Head,_ _Or drink the Am’rous God to_ Thetis’ _Bed._ _Be like your self: All witty, gay!_ _And o’er the Bottle bless the Board;_ _The list’ning Round will, all the Day,_ _Be charm’d, and pleas’d with every Word._ _Tho’. Venus’ _Son inspire your Wit,_ _’.is the_ Silenian _God best utters it._ _Here talk of every thing but me,_ _Since ev’ry thing you say with Grace:_ _If not dispos’d your Humour be,_ _And you’d this Hour in silence pass;_ _Since something must the Subject prove,_ _Of_ Damon’s _Thoughts, let it be Me and Love._ _But,_ Damon, _this enfranchised Hour,_ _No Bounds, or Laws, will I impose;_ _But leave it wholly in your pow’r,_ _What Humour to refuse or chuse;_ I Rules prescribe _but to your Flame;_ _For I, your Mistress, not Physician, am._ THREE o’.LOCK. _Visits to Friends._ Damon, my _Watch_ is juster than you imagine; it would not have you live retired and solitary, but permits you to go and make Visits. I am not one of those that believe Love and Friendship cannot find a place in one and the same Heart: And that Man would be very unhappy, who, as soon as he had a Mistress, should be obliged to renounce the Society of his Friends. I must confess, I would not that you should have so much Concern for them, as you have for me; for I have heard a sort of a Proverb that says, _He cannot be very fervent in Love, who is not a little cold in Friendship._ You are not ignorant, that when _Love_ establishes himself in a Heart, he reigns a Tyrant there, and will not suffer even Friendship, if it pretend to share his Empire there. Cupid.