I foresee, or fear, that these busy impertinent Friends will oblige you to visit some Ladies of their Acquaintance, or yours; my _Watch_ does not forbid you. Yet I must tell you, I apprehend Danger in such Visits; and I fear, you will have need of all your Care and Precaution, in these Encounters. That you may give me no cause to suspect you, perhaps you will argue, that Civility obliges you to it. If I were assur’d there would no other Design be carried on, I should believe it were to advance an amorous Prudence too far, to forbid you. Only keep yourself upon your guard; for the Business of most part of the Fair Sex, is, to seek only the Conquest of Hearts: All their Civilities are but so many Interests; and they do nothing without Design. And in such Conversations there is always a _Je ne scay quoy_, that is fear’d, especially when Beauty is accompanied with Youth and Gaiety; and which they assume upon all occasions that may serve their turn. And I confess, ‘tis not an easy matter to be just in these Hours and Conversations: The most certain way of being so, is to imagine I read all your Thoughts, observe all your Looks, and hear all your Words. The Caution. _My_ Damon, _if your Heart be kind,_ _Do not too long with Beauty stay;_ _For there are certain Moments when the Mind_ _Is hurry’d by the Force of Charms away._ _In Fate a Minute critical there lies,_ _That waits on Love, and takes you by Surprize._ _A Lover pleas’d with Constancy,_ _Lives still as if the Maid he lov’d were by:_ _As if his Actions were in view,_ _As if his Steps she did pursue;_ _Or that his very Soul she knew._ _Take heed; for though I am not present there,_ _My Love, my Genius waits you every where._ I am very much pleas’d with the Remedy, you say, you make use of to defend your self from the Attacks that Beauty gives your Heart; which in one of your Billets, you said was this, or to this purpose: The Charm for Constancy. Iris, _to keep my Soul entire and true,_ _It thinks, each Moment of the Day, on you._ _And when a charming Face I see,_ _That does all other Eyes incline,_ _It has no Influence on me:_ _I think it ev’n deform’d to thine._ _My Eyes, my Soul, and Sense, regardless move_ _To all, but the dear Object of my Love._