Tho’ the angry Lovers force themselves, all they can, to chase away the troublesom Tenderness of the Heart, in the height of their Quarrels, Love sees all their Sufferings, pities and redresses ‘em: And when we begin to cool, and a soft Repentance follows the Chagrin of the Love-Quarrel, ‘tis then that Love takes the advantage of both Hearts, and renews the charming Friendship more forcibly than ever, puts a stop to all our Feuds, and renders the peace-making Minutes the most dear and tender part of our Life. How pleasing ‘tis to see your Rage dissolve! How sweet, how soft is every Word that pleads for pardon at my Feet! ‘Tis there that you tell me, your very Sufferings are over paid, when I but assure you from my Eyes, that I will forget your Crime: And your Imagination shall here present me the most sensible of your past Pain, that you can wish; and that all my Anger being vanisht, I give you a thousand Marks of my Faith and Gratitude; and lastly, to crown all, that we again make new Vows to one another of inviolable Peace: _After these Debates of Love,_ _Lovers thousand Pleasures prove,_ _Which they ever think to taste,_ _Tho’ oftentimes they do not last._ Enjoy then all the Pleasures that a Heart that is very amorous, and very tender, can enjoy. Think no more on those Inquietudes that you have suffer’d; bless _Love_ for his Favours, and thank me for my Graces: and resolve to endure any thing, rather than enter upon any new Quarrels. And however dear the reconciling Moments are, there proceeds a great deal of Evil from these little frequent Quarrels; and I think the best Counsel we can follow, is to avoid ‘em as near as we can: And if we cannot, but that, in spite of Love and good Understanding, they should break out, we ought to make as speedy a Peace as possible; for ‘tis not good to grate the Heart too long, lest it grow harden’d insensibly, and lose its native Temper. A few Quarrels there must be in Love: Love cannot support it self without ‘em: and, besides the Joy of an Accommodation, Love becomes by it more strongly united, and more charming. Therefore let the Lover receive this as a certain Receipt against declining Love: Love reconcil’d. _He that would have the Passion be_ _Entire between the am’rous Pair,_ _Let not the little Feuds of Jealousy_ _Be carry’d on to a Despair:_ _That palls the Pleasure he would raise;_ _The Fire that he would blow, allays._ _When Understandings false arise,_ _When misinterpreted your Thought,_ _If false Conjectures of your Smiles and Eyes_ _Be up to baneful Quarrels wrought;_ _Let Love the kind Occasion take,_ _And straight Accommodations make._ _The sullen Lover, long unkind,_ _Ill-natur’d, hard to reconcile,_ _Loses the Heart he had inclin’d;_ _Love cannot undergo long Toil;_ _He’s soft and sweet, not born to bear_ _The rough Fatigues of painful War._ SEVEN o’.LOCK.