I doubt not but you will think it very bold and arbitrary, that my _Watch_ should pretend to rule even your sleeping Hours, and that my _Cupid_ should govern your very Dreams; which are but Thoughts disordered, in which Reason has no part; Chimera’s of the Imagination, and no more. But tho’ my _Watch_ does not pretend to Counsel unreasonably, yet you must allow it here, if not to pass the Bounds, at least to advance to the utmost Limits of it. I am assur’d, that after having thought so much of me in the Day, you will think of me also in the Night. And the first Dream my _Watch_ permits you to make, is to think you are in Conversation with me. Imagine, _Damon_, that you are talking to me of your Passion, with all the Transport of a Lover, and that I hear you with Satisfaction; that all my Looks and Blushes, while you are speaking, give you new Hopes and Assurances; that you are not indifferent to me; and that I give you a thousand Testimonies of my Tenderness, all innocent and obliging. While you are saying all that Love can dictate, all that Wit and good Manners can invent, and all that I wish to hear from _Damon_, believe in this Dream, all flattering and dear, that after having shewed me the Ardour of your Flame, I confess to you the Bottom of my Heart, and all the loving Secrets there; that I give you Sigh for Sigh, Tenderness for Tenderness, Heart for Heart, and Pleasure for Pleasure. And I would have your Sense of this Dream so perfect, and your Joy so entire, that if it happen you should awake with the Satisfaction of this Dream, you should find your Heart still panting with the soft Pleasure of the dear deceiving Transport, and you should be ready to cry out, _Ah! how sweet it is to dream,_ _When charming_ Iris _is the Theme!_ For such, I wish, my _Damon_, your sleeping and your waking Thoughts should render me to your Heart. THREE o’.LOCK. _Capricious Suffering in Dreams._ It is but just to mix a little Chagrin with these Pleasures, a little Bitter with your Sweet; you may be cloy’d with too long an Imagination of my Favours: and I will have your Fancy in Dreams represent me to it, as the most capricious Maid in the World. I know, here you will accuse my _Watch_, and blame me with unnecessary Cruelty, as you will call it: but Lovers have their little Ends, their little Advantages, to pursue by Methods wholly unaccountable to all, but that Heart which contrives ’.m: And, as good a Lover as I believe you, you will not enter into my Design at first sight; and tho’, on reasonable Thoughts, you will be satisfied with this Conduct of mine, at its first Approach you will be ready to cry out-- The Request.