I do not, for all this, wholly confine your Eyes: you may look indifferently on all, but with a particular regard on none. You may praise all the Beauties in general, but no single one too much. I will not exact from you neither an intire Silence: There are a thousand Civilities you ought to pay to all your Friends and Acquaintance; and while I caution you of Actions, that may get you the Reputation of a Lover of some of the Fair that haunt those Places, I would not have you, by an unnecessary and uncomplaisant Sullenness, gain that of a Person too negligent or morose. I would have you remiss in no one _Punctilio_ of good Manners. I would have you very just, and pay all you owe; but in these Affairs be not over generous, and give away too much. In fine, you may look, speak and walk; but (_Damon_) do it all without design: And while you do so, remember that _Iris_ sent you this Advice. The Warning. _Take heed, my_ Damon, _in the Grove,_ _Where Beauties with design do walk;_ _Take heed, my_ Damon, _how you look and talk,_ _For there are Ambuscades of Love._ _The very Winds that softly blow,_ _Will help betray your easy Heart;_ _And all the Flowers that blushing grow,_ _The Shades about, and Rivulets below,_ _Will take the Victor’s part._ _Remember,_ Damon, _all my Safety lies_ _In the just Conduct of your Eyes._ _The Heart, by Nature good and brave,_ _Is to those treacherous Guards a Slave._ _If they let in the fair destructive Foe,_ _Scarce Honour can defend her noble Seat:_ _Ev’n she will be corrupted too,_ _Or driv’n to a Retreat._ _The Soul is but the Cully to the Sight,_ _And must be pleas’d in what that takes delight._ Therefore examine your self well; and conduct your Eyes, during this Walk, like a Lover that seeks nothing: And do not stay too long in these Places. SEVEN o’.LOCK. _Voluntary Retreat._