Ah, charming _Iris_! Ah, my lovely Maid! ‘tis now, in a more peculiar manner, that I require your Aid in the finishing of my Design, and compleating the whole Piece to the utmost Perfection; and without your Aid it cannot be perform’d. It is about the Clasp of the _Watch_; a Material, in all appearance, the most trivial of any part of it. But that it may be safe for ever, I design it the Image, or Figure of two Hands; that fair one of the adorable _Iris_, join’d to mine; with this Motto, _Inviolable Faith_: For in this _Case_, this Heart ought to be shut up by this eternal Clasp. Oh! there is nothing so necessary as this! Nothing can secure Love, but Faith. That Virtue ought to be a Guard to all the Heart thinks, and all the Mouth utters: Nor can _Love_ say he triumphs without it. And when that remains not in the Heart, all the rest deserves no Regard. Oh! I have not lov’d so ill to leave one Doubt upon your Soul. Why then, will you want that Faith, Oh unkind Charmer, that my Passion and my Services so justly merit? _When two Hearts entirely love,_ _And in one Sphere of Honour move,_ _Each maintains the other’s Fire,_ _With a Faith that is entire._ _For, what heedless Youth bestows,_ _On a faithless Maid, his Vows?_ _Faith without Love, bears Virtue’s Price;_ _But Love without her Mixture, is a Vice._ _Love, like Religion, still should be,_ _In the Foundation, firm and true;_ _In Points of Faith should still agree,_ _Tho’ Innovations vain and new,_ _Love’s little Quarrels, may arise;_ _In Fundamentals still they’re just and wise._ _Then, charming Maid, be sure of this;_ _Allow me Faith, as well as Love:_ _Since that alone affords no Bliss,_ _Unless your Faith your Love improve._ _Either resolve to let me die_ _By fairer Play, your Cruelty;_ _Than not your Love with Faith impart,_ _And with your Vows to give your Heart._ _In mad Despair I’d rather fall,_ _Than lose my glorious Hopes of conquering all._ So certain it is, that Love without Faith, is of no value.