they so reproach our Sex; that of jilting for Hearts? And ‘tis in vain that my Lover, after such foul Play, shall think to appease me, with saying, _He did it to try how easy he could conquer, and of how great force his Charms were: And why should I be angry if all the Town loved him, since he loved none but_ Iris? Oh foolish Pleasure! How little Sense goes to the making of such a Happiness! And how little Love must he have for one particular Person, who would wish to inspire it into all the World, and yet himself pretend to be insensible! But this, _Damon_, is rather what is but too much practiced by your Sex, than any Guilt I charge on you: tho’ Vanity be an Ingredient that Nature very seldom omits in the Composition of either Sex; and you may be allowed a Tincture of it at least. And, perhaps, I am not wholly exempt from this Leaven in my Nature, but accuse myself sometimes of finding a secret Joy of being ador’d, tho’ I even hate my Worshipper. But if any such Pleasure touch my Heart, I find it at the same time blushing in my Cheeks with a guilty Shame, which soon checks the petty Triumphs; and I have a Virtue at soberer Thoughts, that I find surmounts my Weakness and Indiscretion; and I hope _Damon_ finds the same: For, should he have any of those Attachments, I should have no pity for him. The Example. Damon, _if you’d have me true,_ _Be you my Precedent and Guide:_ _Example sooner we pursue,_ _Than the dull Dictates of our Pride._ _Precepts of Virtue are too weak an Aim:_ _’.is Demonstration that can best reclaim._ _Shew me the Path you’d have me go;_ _With such a Guide I cannot stray:_ _What you approve, whate’er you do,_ _It is but just I bend that way._ _If true, my Honour favours your Design;_ _If false, Revenge is the result of mine._ _A Lover true, a Maid sincere,_ _Are to be priz’d as things divine:_ _’.is Justice makes the Blessing dear,_ _Justice of Love without Design._ _And she that reigns not in a Heart alone,_ _Is never safe, or easy, on her Throne._ FOUR o’.LOCK. _General Conversation._