A True and Exact COPY Of some Passionate LETTERS AND VERSES, As they were Writ, and sent by a Person of Quality to the LADY -

LONDON, Printed for N. R. in St. Pauls Church-yard.

TO Sir CHARLES GAUDY Knight and Baronet, OF DEBUHAM In the County of SUFFOLK.

SIR,

THese Papers lighting in­to my Hands, and finding something in them, no less remark­able than different to the general [Page]Practises of the present Age; I could not force my self to ad­mit of their Concealment, and indeed the greater was my in­ducement to their Publication. When, Sir, you were brought by the perusal of them fresh to my Memo­ry, as being owner of all those ex­cellent Qualifications they so live­ly represent, and are requisite in Persons to whom things of this nature are Dedicated; These Reasons I soon found too power­ful to be refused by what I could alledge against giving you this trouble, and skreening this my Friend under your Protection. The greatest fault you'll find in him, was, that he Lov'd; but he Lov'd well, which perswades me, that according to the Character you deservedly bear in the World, [Page]you will find something that so nearly resembles your self, as will make it difficult to distin­guish the one from the other. He like you has felt that Passion ever produced in a Soul frait with Love and Tenderness, which makes me presume you'll be pleas­ed to esteem this no improper Address; and really, Sir, not­withstanding these Perfections, with the addition of sincere Friendship and Generosity, which I never knew him failing in. I should yet despair of his Pardon, for making his Letters publick; had I not presented them to your Pa­tronage, it having been his great­est Care and Concernment these many years to keep them from the censorious World, and him­self in a Retirement, little di­stant [Page]from being Buried to all his Acquaintance, except when his Quality rendred his publick Ap­pearance unavoidable; and so fond was he of his own Choice, that he would often protest to me, he found more Content in his little Cell, by Contemplating upon that dear Person to whom these Letters were writ, and her Idea that was always present with him, than Courts or Crowns could give him; In short, nothing was able to draw him from his Fide­lity, which would bear many things to be said in his Commendation; but I shall forbear all flourishes, either upon his Faith or Constan­cy in this place; being well assu­red, you'll find in the following Papers, what will convince you of this, better than any thing I [Page]can possibly say; and withal, how great a Reproach his Constancy is, to the Levity of all Pretenders to Love in our days; which makes me have very little more to add, only that Methridatia, Delia and Asteria, all imply one and the same Person; and accordingly my Friend assum'd the three subse­quent Names, Callimichus, Po­lierchus, and Orantes, in order to carry on their Amour with the greater Secresie. If Sir, you take any satisfaction in looking upon the excellent Endowments of his Mind, tho' far short of the great Perfections of your own: I hope you'll be pleased to pardon my Presumption in Dedicating this little Book to you, whose Protection for it is the greatest of my Ambi­tion, and whose Mercy I will not [Page]despair, of having had a thousand occasions of knowing your Genero­sity, which extends it self to all People, and more particularly to,

SIR,
Your most Humble, and Obedient Servant, C. D.

Some passionate Letters and Verses, &c.

SInce this, Madam, Addresses it self to you, shrowded under such a permission as can de­fend it, from the violence of those apprehensions that attended my last; You may easily guess how I wish every Letter laden with such a legi­ble Gratitude, and adorn'd with so submissive a Reverence, as might a­greeably represent the power of your Merit, and the passionate Admirati­on I have of it. But Madam, it is as equally above my Hope, as my Capacity. And I shall only beseech your Ladyship, you will illustrate the Sense of the one, by your Knowledge of the other, and then, tho' you may still believe I want enough to make [Page 2]the return proportionable, yet you will no longer doubt my paying all. These are not, Madam, the suddain Impresses upon Sense only, nor the immediate effects of that Fury which so commonly surprizeth, tho' I must confess I have with Impatience and Delight felt the influences of Methri­datia's Eyes; but all that considera­tion, years, and a hopeless resistance could do, have so fataly convinced my reason, as what was but at first my in­clination, hath long ago so much be come my Judgment, as pardon me for having often concluded with my self, 'twas no crime to acknowledge or sub­mit to what I saw was inevitable. Yet Madam, they who have set the most refined Rules, and made such Discoveries the nicities of Romances, have never doom'd them to so long a confinement, nor produced more mis­fortunes for an expiation; if there­fore the silent Oratory of Unhappi­ness, or the dumb Eloquence of Re­spect for so long a time past, can be any obligation to your being farther acquainted with what had so blame­less [Page 3]a beginning, let me be forgiven: for seeing you would admit its conti­nuance, and I here protest by all that's Sacred, it shall never know the violation of your Commands; and can a Passion destitute of pretences, by the merit its paid to, destructive of its own being by Arrogance or Disobedience, and hopeless of any Favour but what its Humility may intitle it to, be rejected or despised by one whose Generosity is extensive enough to oblige the World, and yet discerning enough to know the properest Objects for that venture; put me past this doubt, I beseech you, and let me know, that till you have a greater exception to my admiring you, then that I do admire you, it shall be allowed: Oh Madam, charm me with a favourable Return, as you have done with your Beauty, your Humour and your Wit, and perm [...]t me to tell you, that all the Reason and Senses I have, are tributary to se­veral of your Perfections; nay, so ir­revocably fixed, that like the Eart [...], it cannot loose its Natur [...], tho [...] it [Page 4]may its prolifick Virtue, when it ly­eth benighted under the absence of the Sun, or where it never knows the power of a fertile Shower; Forgive this, and let me know it, unless you wish me the unhappiest of Men.

Madam,
'Twas Heat and Light that first made Mortals pay
Devotion to the beauteous Orbe: and they
Whom Balmy Sweets, and perfum'd Flowers made guess
Their Gods such fragrant Mansions did possess.
Pay but what Love and humblest Zeal inspire,
Sweets became Incense, and Sacred was the Fire.
'Tis true, then Zeal, not Merit, made Men bow,
And such blind Honours you may disallow
But you've dispersed the Cloud and Merit here.
Re [...]ines the Power and the Worshipper
Forgive me then, if I implore you now,
To lay but at your Feet an humble Vow.
The Passion which I pay shall ne'r dis­pence
With Duty, Promises, or Reverence,
At other Altars I'le ne'r kindle Fire
Beyond what you'll allow, I'll not aspire
When these don't guide my Passion, let me Die,
Scorn'd and unpitied in my Infamie.
Till then, deign but to see those radiant Eyes,
Inform me of my Fate, for there it lies.
Oh let that sweet and gentle influence,
Which charms at once our Reason and our Sense,
Drop Joys int my Soul, from whence shall rise.
All that makes a grateful Sacrifice;
And think not, Madam, that you are less
Your own, for being thus the Happiness
Of —Polierchus.

II.

WHat sweet Mithridatia terms Cap­tivity, she has no reason to be dis­satisfied withal; since being confined by no other obligation than her Pa­role, nor no longer by that, than [Page 6]whilst she is treated with all the re­spect and submission that can be due to a Princess; it may more properly be called Generosity, the Desert as well as Demerit of what ought to be paid her, having long ago justified a Remove; 'tis therefore generous Mithridatia that makes her obliging Mithridatia. And since I can find out no other reason to hope for her Fa­vour, than that which makes her give it; She can be no longer tyed, than she declines making use of her Au­thority, and happy Call. That it so falls out, for had Call, by surprize, or her own negligence divested her of it, she could not have failed of regaining it by the accession of new Force, or by the weakness of that, by which I must have maintained it; but having laid down some part of her own Pow­er, having descended from her Throne to raise a Peasant to the foot of it; it would be a greater violation of her Generosity to depress him now, than if she had never exalted him; You see Madam, the Terms I own to stand upon, I think it tacitly acknow­ledges [Page 7]all the Duty of my Soul, for my Happiness, and that being so closely allied, I must chuse to be miserable when I cease to be obedient; if you will therefore take a right estimate of the disproportion between poor Call. and charming Mithridatia, there can be no room for diffidence, but what ei­ther severe Mithridatia the other day said of her self, or from an Opinion I shall conspire to be the executioner of my own Delights, preferring Re­proach and Affliction, before Honour and Content; I think I may lawfully Swear, I shall not do this, and as se­cure I am against the other; Pardon me, charming Mithridatia, that I vow, amongst other things, to have admired you for being just contrary to the Characters you gave of your self, and I am sure I am not mistaken, the Conditions upon which you ad­mit my Respects, justifying my Be­lief; if therefore the having all that one can wish, or think of to Love and Admire, be any security that one should Love and Admire it. If our Reason and our Senses can conduct [Page 8]us to the sole Object of our Desires; I am undoubtedly brought within prospect of all that Interest, Inclina­tion and Reason can think most va­luable; there is no Soul so stupid, whose Delights are not comprehend­ed in these, not to be fixed when these are attained, is to make it the pittifullest piece of the Creation; but we are better informed by those infe­rior Agents which all acquiesce in their Centers; And is Man alone the worse for being endued with the Happiness of a nobler, and more certain guide, than all the World besides, to be false to this Direction is to turn Beast, to destroy the Delights we aspire at, and wilfully extinguish that Glorious Light which the bounty of Fate hath allowed us; there is therefore fine Mithridatia, a period to a rational Man's Inconstancy, a time when he is past another Choice, by the Laws of his own Content; If you can there­fore allow me Reason enough to know what I like, you must conclude me past a farther search; and that tho' I am as far from its possession, as if I [Page 9]had not found it, yet that I know where all that is delightful duely, I thought my self secure for one halfe Hour, but I am called and can only say, that I am with all the Passion and Respect imaginable Mithridatia's Admirer: altho' I am infinitely sa­tisfied, Dearest Mithridatia, that up­on the strictest inquiry, I cannot inform my self, whether has the great­est prevalency upon my Soul, my Pas­sion, or my Respect; yet I cannot but confess the different Considerati­ons they infuse, are oftentimes my di­sturbance, the present contest about this humble Offering, hath admitted of such a Dispute, as should I stay to hear what both could say, I might probably lose the opportunity, you will see the succession of this, which be­ing carried in favour of my Desires, I am resolved to hope it will be as a­greeable that I have waved the Rules of Ceremony, by so suddainly pur­suing you with this trouble, as that I should have paid you that Compli­ment by the omission of this: Sweet Charming Mithridatia, tho' I am not [Page 10]so far raised upon the steps to Hap­piness, as to believe my Passion were the gratefullest Sacrifice I can make you; yet I should be too low for one that is admitted to make use of his Ambition in the service of so fine a Woman; if I thought you took no notice of its neglect, I will not so much as doubt then your forgiving this, but looking upon the greatest Indulgence to be most properly a Virtue of the greatest power, I beg of you to use it as a thing of your own Creation, the Genuine effect of that Beauty, Wit, and Generosity which hath made me the most passi­onate, and the most faithful of Men. Oh Mithridatia! How do you allay the pleasure I take in this Contem­plation, by saying it cannot be, and if it were it could not make you hap­py: Had you only mentioned your doubt, I had not despair'd of its con­viction, but if its assurance cannot confirm your Happiness, How little do I fear you wish it; 'tis true, I ought not to set so narrow limits to what deserves the whole World. But [Page 11]Madam, since not a Multitude but Fidelity; not Extent, but Obedience makes both Dominion and Happi­ness, Why may not you enjoy both? where the Territory is not small, as the Duty is large; It is not here con­fined by those common Considerati­ons of Convenience or Satisfaction; Let but Mithridatia propose, and if I obey not implicitely, let her make me as much the Object of her Con­tempt, as I wish to be of her Favour: Why should you be so great a stran­ger to the happiness of being Abso­lute in the Breast of your Admirer; it must be the deserts of the place you are admired in, that prevent it, and those methinks you have too long known to turn so severely upon now: besides, I resolve to transform them into something so fit for the service I design you, that you shall not only make me a better Lover, but a bet­ter Man than ever I was; this claim to your kindness you ought not to de­ny, it being the consequent of such a Merit, and such a Love, as I beg of you to aske Sweet—Whether it [Page 12]were not a crime to part them,? If you will let her be the Priest, she shall at our next meeting, pronounce them inseparable, and then should my jour­ney prove my death; I shall have all the satisfactions, that being parted from you can admit; and if there be such a thing in the next State, as retaining our least sentiments here, they will have Purity and Innocence enough to be my Companions there, Adieu.

Sweet as the Breezes Eastern Winds con­vey,
As breath of Cows, or Rose at break of Day.
She breaths a Wit, as sweet as Flowers to Sense,
And o'er my Soul she hath such influence,
That when but near me in a Thought she's come,
My Breast for nothing else can find a room.
Did you know fine Asteria, you would say,
She's gently Great, Obliging, Sweet and Gay.
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Converse finds there its first and chief Delight.
The Splendor of the Day, and Pleasure of the Night.
'Twas there I left my Soul, and found her Mind,
The Wonder, yet the Pleasure of Man­kind:
Farwel all Joys, except she will allow,
I come to beg, and fetch them from her Brow.
Ah! there I'de kneel, and pray I might express,
The Beauties and the cause of Happiness,
But she well knows they're to her self confin'd
There bounteous Nature, all her strength combin'd
To make the finest Body, noblest Mind.

III.

SInce all the content of my Life de­pends upon giving you these re­iterated assurances of my Passion, you must, finest Mithridatia forgive me, if I seize upon all opportunities to tell you, I am now arriv'd to that [Page 14]degree, that living and loving you, is one and the same thing, and that no­thing but the expiration of the one, can be the destruction of the other; the loss of your Favour will make me miserable in excess, but the end of my passion depends upon nothing but death, too violent a remedy for any thing but the dreadful misfortune of your unkindness, not so gastly, if I know my Heart, as to make me rather bear that burthen than shun it; but if you will incourage me to throw a­way these melancholy Reflections, and make me desire to preserve my life for your service, Accept of that Love which properly makes a Life, and which, under the severest dispensati­ons, shall be pleasant to me with your kindness, the greatest Blessing I beg of this side Heaven, and of Heaven I beg it. Since the Reverence and Re­spect, I will use so great a Blessing with, shall be such as Angels shall not think Criminal, my desires have been regulated by that Virtue which makes my Passion such: My Friendship shall be Just and Constant, my Fidelity [Page 15]shall be as uncorrupted, as the sweet Mithridatia I adore; and the Admi­ration I have for you shall be so par­ticular, as excluding all possibility of other Temptations; My Love shall Saint us; confirm this Passion of no common Nature, by all the Holy Ob­ligations that such things can admit: Let our Vows, our Promises make as firm a Contract as Love can tye, and if I pursue you not all the days of my life with such uncessant peals of kind­ness as to Mankind, is now a stranger, make me the unhappiest of Men; for I am content you have this Reserve of banishing and ruining me, the mo­ment I digress from what I say, you need not tell me of what any Mortal would dread, but I never presume to trouble you with that. Did your confidence in me bear an equal sway, I scarce know what could hinder you from preferring my Love before that of other Men, nay, all the World, since nothing in it ever lov'd a Wo­man more, or more submissively; the uncertainty of telling you this, and the care I must always take to pre­serve [Page 16]the niceties of your Reputation before my own Happiness; make me decline the Blessing of being near you, to give you these more distant Disco­veries, I shall not expect you should be under so great inconveniencies in this place to make me returns of the same nature, but I must, and do up­on my knees beseech you to make your Eyes and Tongue the messen­gers of my Happiness, you shall, with your permission, receive, when I can make an answer to them this way, for God above knows I had rather spend my time in this, or in the plea­sure of your converse, than in all that my ambition or wishes can aspire to, Adieu, forgive me this, Callimicles.

IV.

I Come sweetest Delia, upon so sad an Errand, as will require both your Generosity and Compassion, to exte­nuate the misfortunes that attend it; 'Tis, Madam, to take my leave of you, and by that Word and Action of Part­ing, to tell you I am as unhappy as a [Page 17]Man divested of all he can call or think satisfaction can be supposed to be; 'tis true, the great part of my Life looks like a continued parting, but distance is a great aggravation of ab­sence, and I am more unfortunate, as the space is greater between me, and that which alone can allay the troubles of my Life, or add to its con­tent; The truth of this, Madam, is, as great as that I have a Being, and fixed upon my Soul in such indelible Characters, that to live and have re­spect for you above the rest of the World, is one and the same thing. Give me, dearest Madam, the delight to know you desire it should be so; and it shall not be in the power of any thing Humane to make it otherwise; This Passion implanted by all the ir­refragable Arguments of Reason and Inclination, shall pursue you and your Interest, in all the shapes of friendship Gratitude and Service, shall pay you all those Duties the censorious World admits in acquaintance, and all those which Reverence and Fidelity impose upon one tyed by Vows and Love; if [Page 18]this condition charming Delia presents its self agreeably enough to obtain your Opinion of its being a Happi­ness desirable; scruple not to let me know it; 'twill be the only compani­on I wish in my journey, a permissi­on to entertain my self with an assu­rance you will instate me in so great a Bliss will be all I now desire. Oh my admired Delia, make me as irresisti­bly yours by Obligation, as I am in­evitably so by Passion; not that I can wish more reasons to be so, than I have, but that I would not have you want one to conclude me so; I hope you will forgive me if I am now more importunate than ordinarily in peti­tioning your Favour, and that I pre­sume to give you this Note at this time, 'tis to beg of you, and I do it this moment upon my Knees, that you will add something this After­noon to what I know you design me, that may convince me of my being in your Favour; let me in plain words without a dash, receive some such ex­pression, as you do not usually part with; in return I will present you [Page 19]with Services shall be legible enough for you to understand, no Mortal was ever more in love, the Sun can as well cease his motion as Po. loving, you see how little I prize my own preser­vation, when I am always acquaint­ing you with what you make use of to my destruction; However, I must, and do with all imaginable sincerity, protest my Vows and my Love, are the never to be parted Companions of my Soul, joyn'd by the force of Inclination, and secured by Laws, both Humane and Divine. Adieu.

Joy is taking of its flight
Dearest Delia, How shall I
Live when Life is out of sight,
I believe I shall dye.
Nor is the Eye at leisure here
To suffer the instructions of the Ear
The dull instructions of Advice
May fit the Happy or the Wise,
What can the wretched have from Hope?
Or can it my Destruction stop?
Or if it could, 'twould be a grief,
To find in absence a relief.

V.

MY Dearest Dear Lady, every way Dear to poor Call. Where alone it is the faithfullest Servant li­ving, searches for what is most valua­ble upon Earth, his Pleasure, his Am­bition, and his Love terminates all their Wishes there, distant from thence every thing looses both its Nature and its Name: Quiet is a stranger, Content is not to be found, Time, the Soul, and Essence of eve­ry thing turns to torment to the then dear Authoress of all my Joy I have, and inseparable from my Thoughts. Doth Call. send this little and imper­fect Atom of his Love, from larger Worlds of Thought; this Season ha­ving made him a Creature of Con­templation and Devotion: I do from the truth of the one, and considerati­on of the other avow, that I am sure I know his Soul so well, as to swear for him; he has more Love, more Ad­miration, and more Fidelity for dear Mithridatia, than all the World be­sides [Page 21]for the rest of her Sex; Oh Madam, I am in no humor to Lye, and yesterday being Sunday, where I eat the food of Angels, may all its Holy nourishment turn to my destru­ction, if ever I forsake or love my charming Mithridatia less; this is not the impression of a suddain Passion, no Madam, years before you ever knew it was my Adorable and admired Mithridatia, my Choice both by Rea­son and Inclination; But alass, What a Bar has Fate thrown betwixt us, will you be angry if I repeat what I told you the last time I had the Blessing to see you, come, it must be, it will be so; The old Parliament Gentleman chear'd up after Sixteen years despair. I shall yet live to own to the World a Passion, that you too much trusted in your last; Ah Mithridatia, I am so lit­tle able to support my self under the affliction of your disfavour, or under the seeming guilt of any thing dero­gatory to that respect and love, un­der which I have vowed to live and dye, as I have sent this to Mithridatia to beg, and beg it I do with all the [Page 22]earnestness imaginable, that she will send me one kind Line by this Bearer, and to dissipate my Fears she will bid me come and lay my self at her Feet; First to tell her of my Love, and then how it was my Brothers Business with my Mother, which I have been forc'd to adjust, there being accounts between them, that has created me much trou­ble; but how can I talk of trouble, when▪ I have all that can be called so in your unkindness; that I cannot, bear, oh dear Madam, let me no longer be left destitute of all I can think or esteem happiness, let not that be laid to my Charge, which whenever I contract upon my self, I withal bring a Sorrow that is as inconsistent with my Health, as Light and Darkness; Well, my dear Mithridatia, adieu, de­spise me not for my Demerit, nor yet for my Age, for upon my Salvation, I have Love enough to hide those blemishes, and Courage enough to dye for you, rather than live for any Woman else upon Earth; and to con­vince you of the truth of what I now say, I am come this moment out of [Page 23]my little Grove, where I have invo­ked the Holy Angels to witness a­gainst me to my Creator, whenever I prove false to my Vows. Ah Madam, I must lose the Image of my Maker, and the reasonable Soul wherewithal he has endued me, when such villanies enter my Breast; and till then disdain me not from being the most passi­onate, the most faithful, and the most obedient of Men, Callimachus.

VI.

I Should be unfortunate beyond ex­pression, if the Malice or Design of prejudiced persons should lessen me in the Favour of her, to whom I pay a Homage of such a nature as I think in the Eye of Heaven, cannot be deemed criminal or defective, if there be such a thing as allowance for Humanity, if sweet Mi. find it guilty of either I shall submit to her Cen­sure, but 'tis too unhappy to be at the mercy of others, for what they are not concern'd in. I beg you to distin­guish between those who prefer you [Page 24]before all the World by Inclination, and those whose envy pay your Merit an unwilling acknowledgment in their emulation; we both in our way do you right, but I wish such a Joy as my own Happiness is not more engaged by it, than the content I take in your being more deserving than all the World. I beg leave to tell my ami­able Mi. there dwells not in the Soul of Man, a Passion more secure­ly guarded by Fidelity and Respect, as the one will always make me love and admire you, the other will always oblige me to do it in the manner you will approve, so that till you find I grow disobedient, give me not death by your unkindess, and when I change from what I have so often vow'd to Heaven and you; then my Charm­ing Mi. may I become not only the scorn of every one, but an exempla­ry punishment of him that made me; May I dye unpittied, and my Grave be filled with infamy and reproach, when ever I forsake the only Woman upon Earth I ever lov'd (for by that great Argument Comparison, it is so,) [Page 25]then why will not my Adorable Mi. be contented with my Love. When she can tell her self it is such an one as the dull World is yet a stranger to; it pursues you Madam in every shape, Obedience, Duty and Submission are its attendance; my Fortune and my Life shall follow you to the last peri­od, be but then contented I should live, and that impulse which has told me, so a thousand times, tells me now we shall yet live to get of the bright side of the Cloud, and end our days to­gether, and if I fail you, may I never see the face of the Holy Beatitude: Adieu; Let me hear the next Post, un­less you design me more misery than I can bear. Calli.

VII.

I This day, Madam, found two Pa­pers with Superscriptions that soon recalled those Thoughts, that either publick or private Business had set on work, like Atoms that Stormy wea­ther had set on float, retire when the Calm arrives; that Centre, Dear Me­thridatia, [Page 26](if I may say so) did all the wishes of my Soul repair to, yet not to be so firmly fixed, as to be without such agitations as Love produces, I was glad to see, yet feared what I was to see, and now I find my fears were not ill grounded; for after all the redress I found was a long reproach, Two whole Letters loading me with Inju­stice and Falsity, that never sound a moments Rest in any part of my Soul. What? did I go down to you to a­void you? And did I call at—going and coming, on purpose to miss you? Had I spent my time in some of your Business, that I might keep it from your Knowledge? Why such contra­dictions? Why such impossibilities, to contrive my misfortunes with? Why did you not throw a thicker Veil over your unkindness? A dim sighted Man may look through this, but I must not see, yet you force me too; For why such pleasure in resign­ing up my Vows? Why such suddain Declarations? that you wish no other causes of my Service, than my Service; you would have scorn'd that Notion [Page 27]at another time, as much as I prefer the Honour and the Love of Serving you before any other thing. and so you bid me adieu. Ah! How well do you know that is a farewel to all my Content; and how little I deserve this, let your own Reflections judge? You applaud my Generosity, Madam, But would it not prove the grateful­lest effect of it? To bid adieu to my pretensions, and make in that Sa­crifice, room for the more fortunate. Ah! Madam, I am scarce sit to write in the Humor I am in, my Soul being heavy to death; The All-seeing Pow­ers know, I wish the World yours, and my little one in it, you should be sure of in spight all my great misfor­tunes; Your intelligence, Madam, I much admire, but were you halfe so kind to poor Call. as to lying Fame, you had been greater proof against such weak Assaults. Well, Madam, I'l trouble you no more now, but since you have made me so frank a Present of all my Vows, they come season­ably to my Relief. I send them to you all again, born upon the Wings of [Page 28]thousands more, and tho' they never reach the breast of my unjust Methri­datia, I lay them all at her Feet with Love and Friendship. Well, for your Comfort, I am as little happy as you wish me, but when I am that false wretch you represent me, let Disease and Misfortune be my portion, and when I break one of the Vows I have made, ever to love you, may I be point­ed at for the basest of Men. Adieu.

VIII.

HAving but one source, dearest Delia, from whence I derive all my Happiness, and but one refuge to appeal to in all my misfortunes, I hope you will no more repine than wonder, if you be the object of all my Addresses; 'tis from the joint con­sent of both these, that this presump­tion arrives you, and the Fate of both depending upon you; it were as un­reasonable as impossible to expect any other redress; Give me leave there­fore to tell you, that retiring into this little Cell, to spend those Mi­nutes [Page 29]I can call my own in contem­plation of what is so distant from all but my Thoughts, I was assaulted with such melancholy Reflections, up­on that Discourse of charming Delia, which Subject I too well remember, (that my endeavours to love her less would be an obligation) if you had observed how it surprized and op­pressed me; then, when I was with you, and when I had a thousand plea­sures (like Showers upon a Flame) to allay it: What influence do you think it hath now, when I have no­thing to withstand the cruelties of that Consideration. For my part, I am of opinion it gave me more trouble and more misfortune than you wish your greatest Enemy; but there be­ing no Entertainment worse than that of Sorrow, I will at least exclude it from this Paper, and tell my Delia, that having lain under this pressure till it became insupportable; I was neces­sitated to that recourse of thinking more upon Delia, than what she said, which I own to have given me all, and the only quiet Moments I can en­joy [Page 30]in absence; Had you seen how di­ligently I searcht those Treasures of Bliss for an Antidote; I cannot but think in pity you would have given one your self to the Man that dies without you, and wishes not to live but for you; surely you would Delia, yes and have reversed the very mention of what carries with it Death, and so great an impossibility of Obedience: If I err in this, dear Madam, or am thought to have done too much to re­scue my self from the tyranny of Grief, my submission shall yet inform you, I am unacquainted with presumption; nay, I will rather chuse to dye and love you silently, than lose one drachm of your esteem by an unpardonable Arrogance; Ah Delia did you know how madly I dote on you, you must be troubled at that cruciating thing you said to me; Tell me Dear, tell me who is that happy Man, I must be made a Sacrifice to, for were there not that in the cause, why, after so many years services of Duty and Fi­delity (the strictest Man ever paid) Should I be wished out of the World, [Page 31]for there is no difference betwixt that, and what you would have me do; However, use me as you please, for never, never will I change from the vows I have made ever to love you, and to aver the Truth of what I now say, could I invent greater Curses than those I have already wished on my self, when ever I am that perjur'd Villain to renounce my Fidelity and Faith with you, I would by them con­jure you, never to persecute me more with that which will bring me to my Grave; but as my Religion binds me to believe those I have already sworn to, will disrobe my Soul of all the Lu­stre and Bliss I wish it; so will they, I hope, be of consequence great enough for you to depend upon poor Pol. who has no life under your disfa­vour, which if you'll deign to pre­serve, shall be laid at your Feet with more Devotion, and more Delight, than ever Gums or Incense were offer­ed by the most Seraphick Hermite. Adieu, my most admired Delia.

IX.

'TIs Joy upon Joy, Dear Madam, to have a long, (probably) an unlucky day, crown'd with the de­light of hearing from sweet Asteria. Those Evenings are the propitious times that bring me a recompence for all my pains; that Salves all, Cures the distempers of a troubled Mind: What shall I say, How shall I thank the dear Fountain of all my Joy and Pleasure? 'Twas last night I received the Bliss, 'tis this Night, Darling, that I pay my Thanks; let such a distribution of my time ever be my Fate; Let me ever be recei­ving or acknowledging Benefits from that place, which makes the least Favour more materially my Hap­piness, than the greatest elsewhere; Ah dearest, ask me again and agan, when you shall see Orantes, do send me a thousand such Questions, I'le answer them in a thousand— when you'll permit me to see you; till then I'le only say I see nothing else, [Page 33]that can divert me, I have just sight enough to conduct me from one trou­ble to another: Thus the kind Turtle parted from his Mate, passes by a thousand Objects, and only mourns at all he sees; but met, their Joy, their Life and Love are through each others Bill conveyed. Dearest Asteria, give me one quarter of an hour, sit down and write all that Love inspires, shew me its strength in that kind Glass, it may flatter, and yet be like, That Art our finest Painters study, and Co­lour now set off the Features, it is im­possible my sweetest, finest Asteria to Treat thee so; nay, contrarywise How dull a Rogue should I be, if I were call'd to Limn thee so, all I can say, can never tell the World, how much thou deservest my Passion, and my Duty, nor how much I love; but whither could I flye? to thy Arms I cannot? What matters then my poor remove? But not to be too trouble­some, I will only add the firm resolu­tion I have made, that as long as Hea­ven endues me with Reason and Sence, I will love Asteria, and nothing else, [Page 34]I wish my Period and a Thought, contrary to this, may have one and the same Moment. Adieu.

X.

THey that court Contemplation most, cannot brag of being more obliged by Her and all her Helps, than I, when I was last forc'd to re­pair to her for some assistance, against those misfortunes which began to at­tack me, when I was driven from that place, which neither comparison nor expression will permit me to de­scribe; the time, dearest Delia obli­ged me with all the quiet, the Emb­lems of Death afford, Silence, Night, and the general retirement of all; but Poli, would have easily fed an ambi­tious Fancy, that he had all the World to himself; the Stars were full as bright as those which wandring Mar­tillo changed for his Mistriss's want of Love; The Birds that Dion curst, for hindring Thought were all at rest; nay, Earth it self had got so soft a co­vering, my Horse could make no noise. [Page 35]Ah Dearest Delia, How do you think I spent the Night? or rather can you think it possible that the Beauties and the Charms I quitted, and the Passion I brought away, could make me spend it otherwise than I did; Blest Pro­vidence that made Thought not only the best argument of Man's living, but the best way to distinguish him from other parts of Created matter. I Thought indeed, and in that world of Thought, 'twas only Delia liv'd, and she appeared from thence as ir­resistible, as unparall'd. I did not long enjoy the pleasing Contemplati­on of the one, without the more se­vere one of the other; those very Powers which made her inevitable, rendred her also inaccessible; all the considerable occurrences of my life, since that moment, I had the presump­tion, or rather the necessity of telling sweet Delia that I lov'd, repassed the track of Thought, through which they had gone; guess then how many Storms I had within, which all the calm without could not allay, but fu­turity being so perfectly opposite to [Page 36]what is past, I must not expect to support the one, with what may serve the other; give me leave therefore to tell you, that death being infinitely my desire before life, without my love for Delia, that Passion must be unex­pressibly miserable without her Fa­vour. Ah Madam, I were unworthy and false to my own Reason, if I should not say, your Favour is inesti­mable; but since Heaven it self is at­tainable, May I not lay at your feet all the Service, all the Justice, and all the Fidelity, which Love, Merit and Gratitude have made irrevocable, and beg your leave, that these humble Emissaries may in my absence, make use of their intercession; I know they offer nothing which comes not also (like Tribute to the Sea) from nu­merous streams; But Just as well as Great, they who can least capitulate, have most reason to be protected.

Thus petty States are öft preserved
When greater Kingdoms are denied,
Where is your Mercy, if deserved,
Or Power, when a Title's tried.

XI.

SInce a Power above my own wishes, Dearest Delia, permits me not to chuse my own Happiness, I am forced to think it one to com­pound for such as I may hope to receve thus being now denied seeking for pleasures as innumerable as there are Beauties in Delia's Eyes; I must beg of my Charmer to transcribe them from that Copy; indeed I may not only read the Beauties of her Person, but the Ornaments of her Mind. I know not how kindly she may design to use me in the description of the the one, but the other must he natu­ral, and I cannot but confess, nay, bind it with an Oath, that in absence I always found the power of Delia's Wit, enough to Eternize my Love and Respect, without any reflections upon her Face, and I must as firmly vow, That whenever I had the op­portunity to make my Senses my Judges, I always thought it sufficient to be under the Dominion of her Eyes, [Page 38]without considering the Beauties of her Mind. But since I have heard of those who have been reproved for entertaining charming Delia upon this Subject, I shall only say, that it is not the first time my Love hath submitted to my Obedience. Ah, dearest Delia, let me hear from you, for I long to have some of those new Delights re­newed, which this kind of Converse affords; Who can love as Pol. doth, and not seek to redress the miseries of Absence? Who that loseth the plea­sure of one Sense, seeks not to in­dulge another? Who that is obliged to Thought for the greatest part of his Content, can live without seeking it some subsistance where Passion and Friendship meet; the integrity of the one obtains a Pardon for the other; What, fine Delia may not approve from her Lover, she may from her Friend: and it being yet disputable on which side the excess lies; sure where they both joyn, you must less doubt the truth, than I your recepti­on: Dearest Delia, they both sympa­thize in the Message, and both beg of [Page 39]you to think upon poor Pol. And to conclude, he thinks of nothing but you: believe him in absence as mise­rable, as he believes Delia meritori­ous, dreaming and resolving upon nothing but his Fidelity and his Love; both these, Madam, shall take their measures from your directi­ons; Oh, do but say how I ever can or shall serve you, and I will a thou­sand times sooner dispute being Hap­py than Obedient, Polierchus.

XII.

IF to all my Affliction I must meet with the addition of being so mis­interpreted, as to have the destructi­on of that life attributed to me, which Heaven knows I would preserve with the loss of my own, I have then scarce another misfortune to look for, nor indeed, should want one to dispatch me, were I not in Reason as well as Opinion convinced, that upon consi­deration I shall be acquitted by that very breath that accused me; pray consider whether such a condition be [Page 40]consistent with what I have offered, if nothing else will do, think whether laying down every thing but my Soul to serve Delia, can have in it the thought of her prejudice; all this is at her service every hour of the day, but a thousand Worlds should never be my temptation for a days sorrow to her; give me not therefore this new wound, and throw that which is tenderer to me than my Eye, or my Heart; Ah charming De. heal all these by believing I love you with a Devo­tion above that of Authorities, as you might do all my other miseries, if you thought I deserved the Cure; No Delia, live, and live as the finest, the worthiest, and, the most charming Woman alive ought to do, and with this assurance, that whenever I must wade through a Sea of Miseries and Afflictions, nay, to death, to contri­bute to that happy condition you de­serve, by all that's Sacred I'le do it; having said this, and vow'd once more by the Eternal Powers, that I will perform it, I will say no more. And now give me leave to tell you, that [Page 41]all kinds of Obedience, being as much your due as any ones, I will try what I can to live to serve you, till you re­quire the other; yes, I will serve you with such Respect, with such Passion, and such Care, as neither you nor the World shall call me in question; Ah Delia; With what Transport did I find out that word Hope in your Letter, I know I perverted it to Senses you never meant, it was but a short Con­tent I enjoyed by it, therefore pray forgive me, but in its most limited Sense I must acquaint you, that it gave me more redress than all the Phy­sicians in Town could do; truly I must confess, I was in a condition very dif­ferent from what I am in at this mo­moment; and tho' I try to recover, only that my relapse may be more dangerous, I will nevertheless obey you as fast as I can, and shall long of all things to hear, whether it be in my case better than Sacrifice; Blest An­gels hover about you, and if it be true, that as faithful Guardians they inspire Dreams for our direction; may they infuse into your Soul, the [Page 42]and humble Passion I have for you, Delia will then know that no Mortal had ever more obedience than I, nor more power than Delia; make use of it, Madam, as you please, till Na­ture in my last Tragedy incapacitate me, you shall never fail of such ef­fects, as the greatest Merit, and the greatest Love must necessarily pro­duce. Adieu.

XIII.

YOu must be so abundantly satisfi­ed, not only of the Notion I have of Happiness, but of the foun­dation I have laid of all I wish in this World, that it is impossible you should think Call. the person you represent him. Besides, knowing, fine Methri. so generous as to have some kind of content in making others happy. I am naturally led to the sad Reflections of my own Imperfections; when I en­quire for a reason, why I should al­ways be so unjustly and unkindly in­terpreted: Oh Madam, How can you say that the declaration of Con­tempt [Page 43]for charming Methri. would have lookt like the Sentiments of my Heart; but that you can never be­lieve what I have made my whole business to convince you of: Bestow a moment, I beg of you, to consider, whether I were capable of saying the one, so long as Heaven Blest me with my Reason and my Sence; and think whether I deserve to have the other said to me; believe it, I have had no such pleasure since I see you last, as to want this allay, nor so unmind­ful of what is now the inseparable at­tendant of my life, as to merit this reproach. But how can you force your Reason to make such a constru­ction of something else I said; as to conclude, I have taken such pains to deface that Idea, which is so infinitely preferible before any other object, 'tis true, I said since I admired you, and before you knew it; amongst other attempts I resolved to try the Philosophy of expelling Fire by Fire; but having given you an account of the success then, I wonder you could infer any thing but the contrary of [Page 44]what you did: Since that Blest mo­ment wherein you deigned to know you were in my Thoughts the finest Woman living; I hope you do not expect I should give you Thanks for the obliging assistance you so readily offer me, or that in savour of your kind protestation, I should this Post, according to your desire, send you word, I am in want of your help; no Madam, I must tell you, that all the Trials you can find, not all the Charms of the Sex, not all the power of Call. can make me endea­vour, desire, or think of so great base­ness, or so much misfortune without horror; imagine then how infinite­ly you have afflicted one that loves the ground you tread on, one that would lay his Fortune and his Life, as he hath done his Love at your Feet, to obtain your Favour or Be­lief; But how impossible is it for me to enjoy these Blessings under the un­happy condition of Absence, where Malice, Emulation, and that ready Inclination that always waits upon you to make the severest and most un­deserved [Page 45]Interpretation of whatever I can say or write, will still render me unfortunate. Well, sweetest Me­thridatia live, assured whatever Fate attends me in this unparallel'd con­cern, it shall be the last of this na­ture that shall ever possess my Soul, and that as you may secure me with all delight imaginable, whatever Pas­sion, Reverence, or Fidelity made any Man, so under all misfortunes, you shall never divest me of these Re­solves; adieu, if you will throw one Thought upon the greatest Fidelity in being; Let me not waste my tedi­ous hours away in trouble of this kind, but send poor Call. some such expres­sions as have often fill'd his Heart with Joy, in return you shall be presented with treasures of Love and Respect in a Heart so full of Obedience, as shall make you as absolute in your power, as you are in your Merit. Adieu, Adieu.

XIV.

SInce the pleasures of poor Orantes increase with the health of sweet­est Asteria, How do you think he is engaged for every moments care ta­ken to preserve it; I know he is eve­ry day making it his business to requite the Obligation, and if I am not mi­staken, or rather too short liv'd, I fancy I shall live to see dear Asteria convinced; Love, Friendship and Fi­delity, are the Ballast of his Soul; Ah Madam, they carry his little Pinnace steady through all Storms and all Cli­mates, and when he parts with them, may his Vessel sink, I long now for the happy time, but that submission which always guides me, is not now to fail me; well fine Asteria, Nature hath no stronger ties, no not those that hold the World together, than those that keep the faithful Orantes in your service, and you in the Heart of him, there it is you reign solely, that little Monarchy, adorable Aste­ria is your own; it is not in the power [Page 47]of Humane race to hinder it, and no­thing but death can dethrone you; Yes Asteria, By the Eternal Powers 'tis true, and may I dye poor, unpit­tied and without friend, when I am perjured, or break rhe Vows I have call'd Heaven and all its Angels to witness to; no dear Asteria, Oran­tes would be the most inhumane, bar­barous and unjustest of Mankind (the inferences from which will make up the greatest Imposture living) if he could admit a second Love to triumph there, then why may not the more powerful, and the more meritorious Asteria, love as well, and as long as Orantes, when once 'twas vowed; Why doth not that Law of the Medes and Persians tie the one as well as the other; Ah Asteria,

You can't, you must be none but mine,
And may I perish, when I am not wholly thine.

XV.

I Am, dearest Methridatia, saith a Mi­scellanie of Passions rais'd by hope of that tenderest compassion which so surround Delia. and so deprest by fear of my own demerits, that being unaccountable to my self, it cannot be supposed I should give any other re­lation to charming Meth. than that I love in spight of all those Calms and Tempests, whose suspence is a fresh torment; Ah sweet Meth. if I am to hear such news as will bring all the joys and quiet that can keep me alive, or can allay a thousand terrors, let me not be denied one minute from you, to inlarge upon Delia's resolu­tion, whether she will depend upon Pol. for her Content, and Happiness, as he doth upon her for his Life, and every Breath he draws. But if inex­orable Fate dooms me to more than I can express; and Delia gives up her self to another, that she may own her Conquest to the World; a little will serve to guess at what involves him [Page 49]unsuitable Sorrow, and what, I think will carry me to my Grave; Oh Methridatia, Delia is your Friend, perswade her I may live; tell her, 'tis pity such a mass of Love and Faith should be hurried to the lower Shades; tell her I will be her Skreen at Noon day, to keep her from the heat and violence of the Sun, and at night my Eyes shall keep a strict watch to guard her from the evils may happen; Do Methridatia tell her all this, and let me tell you, if ever Paper were attended with wishes violent enough to force suc­cess; this comes stored with enough, indeedi as many as ever the prospect of the greatest Bliss or Terror of the highest Misery, extorted from the Breast of Mortal. Adieu. For till I hear I have no more power to al­low a word to any other Subject, than Misfortune hath to make Pol. alter his Faith and Love, that is to be his longest companion on Earth; wit that (let Delia use him as she please) He resolves to stemn all Tides, being assured as he can never be happy [Page 50]without it, so can he never be so mi­serable as to be divested of that sup­port in the most unhappy condition.

If Delia gives me a Reprieve,
I shall be be Blest, and wish to Live.
Yet Delia, 'tis not fit I die;
I'le live, and share thy Destinie.

XVI.

IF so mean an assistance as that of wishes could contribute to the Happiness of the meritorious Methri­datia, there are enough sent her by the Humble Call. for a Newyears-gift, to make her Blest to such degrees, as her Thoughts cannot reach. Mental Services have always been the con­stant offerings of the greatest Lovers, and Heaven hath always placed them amongst the prime Oblations; but on Earth there is a material difference that attends, not our Sacrifices to those above, for there the Mind of them that pay, set a value upon what they pay; But here it is the inclina­tion of them that receive that, stamps [Page 51]the Estimation, which being so, I dare not presume to lay a greater claim to the merit of what I offer, than what sweet Methridatia will permit, and that I fear depending upon the Hu­mor this may find her in; I can but make very uncertain measures of what will be its sate; it comes charming Methri. to let you see, I will begin this as I ended the last year, and to beg you will give me leave to make this protestation, That nothing but death shall hinder me from performing these services, or any other I can pay you as successive as the years of my life; nothing comes incompassed with such advantage, surrounded with such Glory and Beauty as can divert my Thoughts, or looks one moment; no Meth know that I—

Without a change or taking turn,
Only for you in silence burn,
Let your sound Reason judge for me,
You'l see I can no others be,
Ʋnless design'd for Misery. Adieu.

XVII.

YOu seem'd sweet Methridatia so inclinable to oblige me with the favour of your Note, as I could not but think you extremely unkind, to be so hardly perswaded to what I have often told you is so great a pleasure: But I begin to think you were in it more generous than at that time I apprehended; and that knowing how many things in the World discontent me, you declined giving me the oc­casion of increasing their number; if therefore my importunity drew upon me the misfortune, I confess my self properly chargeable, yet I cannot but say, there was a great deal of cruelty in the Fancy that dictated, and in the Hand that inflicted so se­vere a Sentence, as with so much Wit, and so little Kindness you shrouded under the seeming Obligation of Li­berty: Oh Methridatia, Do you think it is ten thousand to one, but some new Object will come to deface the Impressions you have fixt in my mind, [Page 53]and that rather than fail, I shall be rifling my Memory to recall the Idea of something that may be agreeable enough to divert my Thoughts; Se­verity, Madam, could design, nor In­fidelity deserve no more; if you real­ly believe me this Man, or if I am so, I unworthily aggravate my Crimes by the presumption of coming near you, and ought to die; and if you think me not so, I am made too unhappy in your Expression; But too charming and too unkind Methridatia, was it not enough to render me odious to my self, but from the faults I will sooner expire than act, to lay a foun­dation for the liberty you are resol­ved to take; Ask, sweet—whe­ther this be not too much, I dare swear, she will say it is probable my Misfortunes may, my Guilt will never oblige you with such a freedom; But if it may be allowable to answer for my self, let me say, if either a part or future prospect could have pre­vailed so far upon my imagination, as to have appeared under a possibi­lity of redressing my misfortunes, I [Page 54]have not had more reason than time to put it in execution; Flattery or Change, Madam, never found way into my Soul, since that fatal time of renouncing my own Power, and sub­mitting to Time, Mithridatia; I was never beholden to the hopes of Hap­piness for those resolutions my Rea­son obliged me with, in preferring you before the race of Woman-kind, nor was I ever frighted with the Image of my sufferings from one of those Vows, by which I have united those various emotions that too of­ten hinder our considerations in what we undertake; without arrogating therefore to my self, I am as sure as our condition on this side Heaven will admit, that no exterior Object can dethrone my Sence, my Reason, and my Resolution to make room for any diversions, except such as result from the contemplation of M [...]thridatia's Merit; I am therefore, Madam, with or without your permission, under a fate impossible to be removed from, in point of Opinion, and as unalte­rable in Practice, If sweet Methri­datia [Page 55]would think the Service and Re­spect of my Life were a fit offering to be accepted. I am resolv'd to find a way to take my leave to Morrow in the Evening, in hopes you will not be so willing to Manumiss one that courts h [...]s Chains, before the Liberty to you so easily give; and who in ab­sence knows no other pleasure than to contemplate upon those Delights he had in seeing Methridatia last. Adieu Soul of my Soul, never to be diminished by time or misfortune in the thought of poor Callimiches.

XVIII.

IF you be convinced, your Happi­ness or Misfortune depends upon the Passion and Respect that is paid you by Call. pray conclude upon the first, if it be possible for him to con­firm it, for I here call all that is powerful to attest this Protestation. that rather than make you miserable, I will not only quit my Delight, but my Life. Nor do I think the Com­pliment such as to make you scruple [Page 56]its belief; for if all the pleasure of my days consists in the Love I pay you, What reason have I to wish the length of that time, which doth but but give me a duration to my ruine and de­struction, in making that which is as dear as my Soul, unhappy; I am now past all those doubts which attend new taken up Passions; I must love you, but that Love will make me wish my end, rather than your misfortune. Oh Methri. it is but your resolving to make us both happy, and we will be so; if poor Mortals are not delu­ded in their Belief, nothing creates it but Love and Fidelity: And I do here invoke Heaven to punish me with all the Afflictions the Aegyptians ever knew, when I cease loving my admired Methridatia, or break those Vows I have made to serve her, till I am no more; Yes, Methridatia may, and Sufferings be my Eternal Reward when I love you not, as now I tell you; we should be too happy could you love the faithful Calamiches halfe so well. Adieu.

When thirsty Feavors scorch up all our Blood,
We Dream of Rivers drinking up a Flood.
When we are prey'd upon by fierce desire,
We quench not, but are adding to the fire,
An absent Love hath torments of each kind,
Destroys the Body, Macerates the Mind.
Fears in their horrid shapes appear to fright
Dispair, cloath'd with thick darkness as the Night
Permits; not hope to look through that black Veil;
Nor can our Reason those high Moun­tains scale,
Which are between our Joys and us. Ah-Dear!
Light, that can'st scatter Mists, make Distance near,
Shed thy prolifick Beams, and shew poor C.
That he is happy in his loving D.

XIX.

DId. Sweet Asteria know how fear­ful poor Orantes is of being trou­blesome, and yet how impossible it is for him to resist any opportunity, he would be forgiven for erring on this side; it would be an unspeakable tor­ment to him to be injurious to her Re­pose; But he hath begg'd these may be always laid aside till some auspici­ous moment gives them admittance, they are truly, the only Entertain­ment he hath, which gives him any content or ease; they unlade a part of his Sorrows by sending them to re­present the Sence he hath of being wounded in the tenderest part, but Heaven hath reserved the Knowledge of our Spirits to its self, for who can describe Pain, or paint Sorrow in its true sufferings, and yet there is some­thing both so certain and unaccounta­ble in our Souls as methinks I know and seel my dear Asteria's troubles, I am sure, I do enough to make it the greatest Grief and Affliction that [Page 59]ever reacht my Soul; Ah, when shall disconsolate Orantes hear Asteria mends and is chearful; 'tis an Age since those Joys arrived, but sure you are not so wanting either to Heaven or your self, as not to promote them to your Power; but I fear I am too long, Guards of Angels attend you, tender as my wishes, may my disasters never load you, nor my Prayers ne­ver fail you; may all I have vowed be my Damnation, if I leave you, and may you live to be convinced beyond a doubt, that Orantes prefers his Fi­delity before his Life. Adieu.

XX.

I was not more loath to leave the sweet Authress of my Joy, the night before I came away; then I was troubled not to see her the Morn­ing after, but I was so plagued with the disorders and noise of a com­pany of Excize-men, who were go­ing out or Town, that I was forced to get up; it was like midnight when I passed by the Door of my Dearest [Page 60] Delia. Besides, the Snow and the Winds were so excessive sharp, that I was near being cured of all manner of trouble by their having taken from me the sence of Pain; indeed I put my Face almost benumm'd into the weather, and can safely swear I ne­ver self such Cold before, nor have yet recovered one of my Hands, I had that day a Conviction, that our Soul's are most imployed when the Body's useless, for I only knew I lived because I thought; and how often did I think of the vast difference be­twixt what I enjoyed over night, and what I then wanted; that mighty disproportion, dearest Madam, lookt most dismal, I had no charming Mi­thridatia's Eyes to warm me, no in­chanting of Delia's Tongue to allay my Griess, no meritorious Asteria by me, and for an addition, that cru­ciating Thought, like Wild fire flew about me, for not having paid the Du­ty I both desired and ought to do; I had all the afflictions were wisht me by a power which can as easily in­flict them, as she can confer Blessings; [Page 61]Ah Dear Dear, wish me no ill, for if you do, may this hour be my last, if I wish to prosper; you have my Life and my Happiness, and I may say without presumption, my Salva­tion depends upon you, it being ab­solutely in your Power to make me a better or a worse Man, as you please; Why may it not then be the first: Have we not often, my dear Delia, concluded something in our Natures, our Humors and Reason so alike, as if Heaven had design'd but one Soul betwixt us; and will you not take care of your own? Ah Delia, deny it not, and you shall have a Life spent in your service, the expiration of which shall only end it; but I must now leave this, and tell you I am again incou­raged to go to London and there be­ing some things which are the com­mon intercourses of acquaintance, as such disdain, not to know you must command your faithful Pol. Ah Delia, (this is business) He hates to menti­on any thing in love, but what the nicest Thought of Delia may allow from the Humble and Passionate Pol. [Page 62]Who has not a Iess solid, tho' a dif­fernt foundation, who has Indies, tho' not Golden ones to offer, Empires, tho' not so gross as Interest and Am­bition lives upon. Ah Delia, Heaven and the Powers above (of which the Mind of Man is a Type,) confirm what I say to you for Truth, and shew you the vast difference betwixt the lasting power of Merit, and the short dominion of Design; but whe­ther am I falling, let some prosperous Gale direct my Passion into Delia's Breast, sweet, safe and happy Har­bor, let me there unload all that Love, Fidelity, Religion and Honour ever made binding, and let Delia take choice of all I have to offer; nay, she must refuse none, it being the gift of Heaven as well as mine; well, Adieu, all the Blessings of Heaven descend upon you, quiet Hours, soft Dreams, and steady Friends be your Portion, and let me beg you to be­lieve none so much, so as your unfor­tunate Lover Polierchus.

XXI.

SInce all the ambition of my Life receiv'd its Original from, and hath its termination in finest Methri­datia; How pardonable is it, I com­plain of the unjust diminution you make of that Merit which gave my Passion its Being, and is the happy as­surance of its duration; it is of the highest concern possible to me, to ob­lige you to believe, that I think you what you are, but 'tis very strange you'll not own what you know you are; 'tis yet some satisfaction to see what Arguments you are forced to support your diffidence withal, either to resolve I must be ignorant of what I make appear I know, or to disown your own knowledge, rather than be­lieve what I vow to be true, Charm­ing Methridatia, be not any longer in­jurious to so many attractions as make all can be paid your due, nor to that Love which besides being its own de­struction, would in its Falsity, be my Infamy and misfortune. But consi­der, [Page 64]had you not upon a long Con­templation been preferible to me be­fore all the World, you had not been my choice, and had you not been that, my Passion had been impossible, now my Reason is its companion, and be­ing determined by a Power which can confer what the nature of Reason and Love can desire; there can be no grea­ter assurance of its continuance, than your Favour; give me that, dearest Madam, and believe me Just, and it shall not be in the power of Second Causes to violate in our Case, that Order which Nature in other things is so careful to preserve; my Hap­piness shall depend upon my Love, that upon my Vows, they upon my Reason, and all upon Methridatia's Merit; as the Spring, the only sweet Fountain from whence to derive upon passionate Call the pleasant moments of his Life; Call not this Folly, Ma­dam, nor think it so easily alterable, at your own, or any other bodies pleasure; for had you an equal Obli­gation both from your Judgment and your Inclination to value Call. before [Page 65]any thing else; you would not know where to look for either Power or Will to resist the sweet violence of a particularity: But because this Case is not like to arrive from the inequa­lity you will always find betwixt your self and others; yet must you not by this Rule judge them, especially poor Call. whose unhappy defects make his pretences to any right in your kind­ness impossible, but yet cannot stop the tide of that Ambition which ri­seth as far as Admiration and Respect will admit; I cannot give you a grea­ter Instance of both, than when I tell you that nothing hath been more my wish and desire, than your being sa­tisfied to allay the terror of Absence with this kind of Converse; but since you say 'tis troublesom, and I cannot be obliged but at the expence of be­ing disagreeable, I will endeavour to moderate the heat of those impatien­cies which yet I cannot so regulate, as not to wish for a Note to day; But pardon me, if I err in the mo­ment, I pretend to repent; and indeed I fear your own Declaration looks [Page 66]too like a Civil notice, that mine are too frequent and too long, yet I can­not forbear saying, that if I have any Sence, you designed my making use of it, when you tell me, if your obser­vation fail not, the heat will be over by that time you return. Oh Methri­datia, it had all the Cruelty imagi­nable in it, to answer for one, and pardon me if I say all the disobligati­on and injustice possible to include the other; it carrying with it all that can conclude me miserable or infa­mous: No Madam, I have not built my Passion upon the hopes of Hap­piness, it had misfortune in prospect, but it lookt not grim enough to di­vert me more from loving you to come in that State, then it did long ago under a suffering Silence; you cannot therefore be free from my Respect; however, I may be divest­ed of your Favour, which yet I will prosecute with a life so spent in your Service, as shall make you wish I had more Merit, to have been made more Happy. Adieu.

I never found, seeing my Love one day,
Could the Delights to morrow brings allay,
Each day produces various Joys,
And Pleasure doth consit in Choice;
Why then should this Converse which must supply
The Powers of Sence meet a worse destiny,
It ceases to be Love or Joy, when we,
Cease wishing them Eternity.
Down Rebel Fear, the Just Asteria,
The pleasant Charming Methridatia,
The fine, the sweet the generous Delia,
Will not refuse the Duty that I pay
Because 'twas humbly paid them yester­day.
Absence that preys on Thought when this Relief
Cannot be had, turn [...] all to Fear and Grief.
Now Love and Hope at work Command in Chief.
By these two Messengers be pleas'd to know,
That Streams do not more naturally flow
To their dear Ocean, then my Soul to you
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That Sweets from Flowers, persum'd Gums from Tree,
That Virgin Honey from the [...]den Bee,
Are not so sweet as one kind Look from D.

XXII.

IT is not my charming Delia with­out a mixture of all those appre­hensions which make up the greatest Concern, that I ever now receive the Honour of a Letter, the Joy to see it, and the fear to find in it any thing ru­inous to my Love, are always endea­vouring to supplant one another, and truly I cannot but say I found enough couched under a serious and grave stile to set my Fears on work; for dear Delia, should it proceed from a diffi­dence of my Love (as sure thus many years has convinced you I can never change) I will waste away this wretched Life in despair; Yes Ma­dam, if my Vows and Oaths, which Heaven only knows I have made, with­out those I have paid at your Feet, will not secure you to this Breast, and [Page 69]perswade you I will carry this Passion to my Grave, I am not sitting to live; Alas, to break with you would be barbarous, inhumane and base, I am not arrived at such Villanies yet, and when I do, let my end come, or what is worse, be every Man's wonder. Then give me leave to hope you be­lieve this, and to send you a Vow ta­ken from the bottom my Soul, sent with a Passion and Fidelity inferior to none I ever read of, that if you will keep me alive and give me leave to love you, it shall never violate the Rules you set to your own Goodness and my Duty, nor ever know decay till Pol. His great one, Ah dearest De­lia, believe poor Po. that is ready to dye for Love and Grief, to read a melancholy Letter, let me implore you not to question my Faith; but to conclude me as unalterable as the decrees of Heaven; come Delia, the Sun will yet shine, and we shall yet live to appear our selves. Charge not your self for not searching the World, nor do not lay such Corro­sives as too many of them will cause [Page 70]the death of the passionate Poli. Adieu Soul of my Soul.

I Love thee more than Misers do their Wealth,
Than Captives Freedom, or than sick Men Health.

XXIII.

I Was in such great hopes that the Saturdays Post would have brought some account of Delia's Health, as poor Po. hath wasted his whole Day with expectation and wishes, but the Post is come and no news; if it be de­signed as a continued piece of severi­ty, Po. submits. But since he cannot but dread every accident which hin­ders his hearing when dear Delia is not well; it may easily be guessed how uneasie he is, all his Treasure is in one bottom, and how natural, at least how frequent is it, to make the appre­hensions of a ruine, almost as great as the ruine it self; indeed Po. is extreme­ly concerned as ever I saw him in my life; Alas, he is so far from omit­ting [Page 71]any opportunity of sending, as were the conveniencies every hour of the day I dare say, Delia would miss very few, for he spends them all in thinking of his Dearest; and his only Concern. Truly all the tenderness that the Soul of Man hath, is im­ployed, when we fear for that dear Friend; you must let me some way or other, know how you are, or torment me to death; order some body to write two words, for I would not have you venture your Eyes yet: But alas, what do I talk, you may be dead, you may be any thing, I have not heard these three Posts; Ah how wretch­edly miserable has this made me, if satal this arrives, farewel to Joy with as much resolution, as I will welcome Death, which the Holy one knows I will do whenever I lose my Delia; I was in hopes the worst had been past, when I left you, and if so, Why do I not hear from you; remem­ber what Grief and Sorrow plunged me into at the beginning of this great misfortune, you know I am but just recovered, and if you have a mind to [Page 72]defer my death, have a care of the most deserving of Women, for 'tis to her alone my Services and my Life are Dedicated; Fidelity is not more your due, than 'tis my nature, there­fore whatever Calumnies from Ma­lice or Ignorance I may lie under, you can answer for me for many years: I pray take it here for an undeniable Truth, bound with all the reitera­vows and Resolutions my Soul can make, that only at the Feet of my charming Delia will I breath out my Love and my Obedience in my last breath; my Love shall end with my Life, and when that goes my Eyes shall close up the Image of my Ado­rable Delia; Let me hear, I beseech you, as soon as possible, for if ever uncertainty was pain, it is now a tor­ment, an unspeakable one to me; Ah Delia, What did I not leave you well, and of such a Disease, how cruel is the mention of it? Why did not Fate permit Po. to bear the burthen; I repent the word, for I should e­steem it one, tho' it were my destru­ction: Ah think how loth I am [Page 73]say Farewel to all that is my Joy, and all that is my Life. Adieu.

Witness this Truth for me, ye Rural Powers,
Such as inhabit Groves, or sit in Bowers.
You watry Nymphs, and such as dwell in Shade.
How oft to you was this confession made?
Witness you nimble Spirits of the Air,
And you its Quire who sing away your Care.
I tried as many years as most have lov'd
To save the Heart, hath so defenceless prov'd
But as some Warlike Nation grown too great,
And numerous for its Native fertile Seat;
Sends Colonies abroad to dispossess
Those who made Home-bred Ease their Happiness.
Too much confined, tho' in vast Empire She
Conquers no less than general Liberty
Such Force victorions Delia did display,
Night could as well resist the approaching Day.
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Yet have we seen a thickned watry Cloud,
Sometimes attempt to be the Morning Shroud,
And as the mighty spreading light begun,
Tried to withstand the lustre of the Sun,
Suce weak attempts hath Reason some­times made,
But how like Clouds did opposition fade.
Tell her, Oh tell her, ye Powers above,
I am made up of Duty and of Love.

XXIV.

DId you know how valuable every little is that comes from the Head and Hand of finest Methrida­tia, there would have been more care taken, than to have let so great a part of that little, suffer Martyrdom before it came to Tryal: Nay, having made Call. Judge, I am sure the execution had been deferr'd till they had been companions in destruction; But re­member you are accountable to me for the Ruine of what I esteem above the value of anything, but such an reparation as you can make, and ha­ving [Page 75]now so fair an opportunity of appealing to your generosity; think not I have so much as to lose it; nay, had I as much as generous Methridatia her self, I should dare intrench upon what she prizeth so much, or rob her of so great a share, as she hath now occasion for; Know then the thirsty Earth was never more cove­tous; nay, that I have in this case a Soul so great, as not to be contented with less, than what the Noblest Per­son living can give in compensation, for what was almost inestimable; ex­pect me therefore to come and dun you. I should not be in a condition to have entertained any one so much at random upon this Subject, if I had not been last night blest with the hap­py news of a friend of mine being recovered of a Distemper I dreaded, a person so dear to me; by all that me­rit and obligation can inspire, as I must beg of you to congratulate with me; Oh! Comparisons are odious, yet I must say, that neither Methridatia nor Delia, (both whom I am sure you admire) put together, have more Charms, she [Page 76]hath as well the awful Grandure of the one, as the more gentle attracti­ons of the other: She hath the smart Wit of one, as well as the sweet and conversible temper of the other; she wants not those Beauties that variety in Humor gives the one, nor those several Graces wherein the particula­rity of the other abounds; that mi­sterious kind of negligent Charm in one, which makes all sorts of Persons and Tempers follow her, whilst it neither looks like pain or design in her: nor that irresistible Power in the other, which never yet fail'd her whenever she design'd it, either for Bliss or Punishment, have not in ei­ther kind made them more conside­rable; then this friend of mine who hath that easie unexpensive, yet be­witching Civility of the one, which makes every one doubt, whether their Happiness or her Kindness be possible; and that more peculiar ad­vantage in her particular converse which in the other, makes the Friend­ship and Fidelity she would preserve inviolabe. Oh Madam, no attra­ctive [Page 77]or admired quality in the Soul of either of these, exceeds what my friend enjoys; nay, there is so great a resemblance as would you give me incouragement, I should not despair of pleasing you upon this Subject; since the Picture I should give you of my own, would be almost the Cha­racter of your two Friends, who seem to be both born to be like mine; for she hath the fine Hair and Eyes of one, the sweet moild Shape and Mien of the other, Motion and Cloaths are as much her Friends, as she is happy in defiance of both. Negligence or Design being ever thought best, as she is found in ei­ther; but I begin to fear you will think me as fond of the Parallel as of my Friend, and doubt whether I love yours or my own best, and if so, I am in some hope also, that you will be­gin to suspect your self, and truly I think not without reason, for if in sweet Asteria you can find all the Charms, that are in Methridatia and Delia, Why should you not be con­tented to contract what now you are [Page 78]forc'd to divide; but if not, I will propose this, That I will promise to gain you all the Friendship and Inte­rest imaginable in mine, if you will endeavour to set me firm in the Opi­nion and esteem of your Friends; Oh did you, or would you know the plea­sure of such a Converse; this little parcel of Friends, with almost any misfortunes else were more preseri­ble, than what the World in great mistake, besides Calls great and pleasant; the thought of it makes my Cell a Paradise, its enjoyments ad­mits no parallel; Adieu, I do not in­tend to take your forgiving this for any part of the recompence I expect, for the using Wit, and may be kind­ness, as the Romans did the Bodies of diseased Friends; theirs was Ho­nourable Interrment, yours was Mur­ther. Adieu.

XXV.

IT is no wonder if all that ever represented it self, obligatory to the Mind of Man, appears with ad­vantage [Page 79]when it comes under the con­sideration of my Love, for this great Merit and great Passion may have been your Observation; yet it is so seldom that these are supported by founda­tions, great as any of themselves, that poor Po. may not only Bless his own Fate, but surely convince dearest De­lia, that if a sence of having been ty­ed by Honour, the highest Obligati­ons Interest and Friendship can Eter­nize the Thoughts of a Gentleman; He may then say, change, misfortune, or ambition can no more dethrone the Sweet, the Charming Image of my Adored Delia from the Soul of Po: then the Giants, (those Monsters of Earth,) could Jupiter from Heaven; no, Delia is there; neither can the Ob­jects of most prosperous or adverse condition make her less absolute. To this I sign the purest part of that Fi­delity Heaven endued me with, to you, oh dearest Delia, I send as many and more Sighs than here are Letters; a croud of Thoughts and Wishes inspire my passionate Soul; Yet I must keep within bounds: [Page 80]So adieu, Million of Blessings sur­round you.

XXVI.

ALas Dear Asteria, to say Orantes loves, is but to say he lives, and to own its due to Asteria, and the Obligations she hath conferred, is but to say I have not lost my reason, and that I am not the basest of Men; truly I boast not, but I rejoyce that Gratitude and Fidelity are as insepa­rable from my Life, as Life from my Soul; Where is the place, What doth Orantes do, that makes your diffidence his misfortune? Ah Asteria, examine all your unkindness can suggest? Think how it is possible for him to be unjust, whose Fidelity by being his recom­pence is to be his happiness; besides, is not Asteria my deliberately chosen Object, have I not in a croud, as well as in private, sworn, no Man's choice was so well fitted to his Mind? Ah Madam, I must lose the name of Man, and turn to that of Beast, whenever any temptation or bait fetch tha Pas­sion [Page 81]from my Soul, or one spark of it from my Breast, which I have sworn to you: No, Asteria, my preferring you before all the World, has only made me wish to have my Life pro­longed; those only being the darling Moments of my time, that are spent in Asteria's Favour, and Service; then conclude, no exchange, no barter for such Joys, whenever I do, may I break, grow wretched, and dye unpittied. Adieu.

XXVII.

THE Blessings of a Favour from my delightful Asteria, is so per­fect a reward for all my sufferings, as I lose all my resentments and forget being unhappy whenever she presents to my view, the dear Paper filled with Kindness and Wit. But why should I say this, methinks it is like thank­ing you for missing the first Post, or complimenting the priviledge you have to put poor Orantes upon the rack, that you may give him [Page 82]the pleasure of a Cure; Ah charming Asteria you know your Power, and 'tis no matter what I confess, I, am sure you know that all my Streams of Bliss being derived from one sourse, I subsist no longer than the benign [...]ountain gives her self; and how great, how pleasant an one is it to find sweet Asteria, arguing me into into my own Happiness, that my safe­ty should be the effect of her Care and my Joy, the product of her Love: well, sure it is not what I am, but what I think she would have me, that makes me happy; for I never can give any account of my self, but as I am sensible of the soft impressions of her kindness, or the ruffer impul­ses of her Favour; I must therefore now with all the force of Love and Gratitude, own the delight you gave me, at those two irresistible Charms of Wit and Kindness, and descending from a person sufficient to inspire Love without them both, are enough to justifie the truth of my professing to devote to sweet obliging Asteria my Love, my Life, my All; they are [Page 83]yours Madam, by the undoubted Right of a thousand Merits, and a deathless Passion, secured by all those Holy in­vocations, that our Reason commands us to hold binding; Ah Asteria, your dear Image is no more to be divided from my Soul, then my Soul from my Body; my Love and my Life shall know but one end; I am big with ex­pectation of hearing this day from whence the only good news of my Life can come. I sit telling the hours as I have a thousand times done the miles. When I have wished the hea­vy Horse could flye; truly dear Aste­ria, every thing that comes from you has such a reception from me, as the thirsty Sands gives to the joyful Show­ers, such is the esteem Orantes makes of every thing that looks but kind from Asteria, but its no sit comparison, yet surely Asteria that knows he loves beyond all things on Earth; knows he will at any time make himself the price of Asteria's kindness; let that be a valuable price, which is all I have to offer, and the rather Heaven knows [Page 84]that shall never want to be offer'd well, poor Orantes loves and suffers, and could dye before any misfortune should divest him of that Respect which will live in his Soul, whilst Breath is in his Body; 'tis as natural to submit to Asteria, as 'tis to live, and to live and love is all one; Ah Madam, How long could I entertain you, and how little reason is there to suspect that I have any other plea­sure. Adieu, Adieu, Blessings sur­round you.

XXVIII.

HOw doth Delia melt her Oil in­to my Wounds, and then for fear they should heal too fast, ap­plies her Corrosives, prepares Po. for the hardest of Fates, with so sweet a Lenitive as opiates all his Grief: But alas, when I go but two Lines farther, she says her Inclinati­ons are far beyond Sea, Why, what hath Po. done to deserve this great mis­fortune; Hath he not always clothed his Love in that true genuine Passi­on [Page 85]of his Soul? Has he not offered his Blood to expiate any misfortunes of hers, and would he not at this hour drain every Vein to convince her, Man never lov'd so madly as he does: Yes Delia, its true, I want neither Resolution nor Courage, if your Quiet can be bought at no cheap­er rate: then why, if it be a Dispute, should not Pol. carry it, and keep two such Loves, as separation in this kind would absolutely bring destru­ction to, within the four Seas; Ah Delia, Where can you be within that compass, that you and he may not meet often and advise? for if he live, he will make your ease the care and scope of all his time. Yes Delia, he has vowed it when the most ambitious and covetous has been at rest, and he now swears not to perform it, if Honour and Truth has not forsaken the Soul of Man. Ah Delia, I have a thousand un­expressible troubles upon me, for fear you should be perswaded to that which will undeniably prove my death. 'Tis not Affectation nor Untruth, my ad­mired [Page 86] Delia, as I am a Christian, that it stops my Pen and Sight, accept the Tribute I may with your assistance wipe these from my Eyes, but never can that Sorrow which any affliction of yours will make inseparable from my Soul; could I be supposed to live without Delia, my Life would be ei­ther a miserable Knowledg, or a dull ignorance worse than death; Is not this Argument then a fit concerns my Being, and indeed both our Interests of weight enough to carry the Bal­lance; but as our Love lies so hard at stake, there is nothing ought to come in competition; Sure Delia did this to try her faithful Swain, one who will out-do Cassandra, and will not be un­fortunate as long as she is Just: Come we have liv'd on the cold side of the Mountain a long time, Blasts and sharp Air have blown upon us, if we be near enough to help one another, we may climb over, go round about, or like Hannibal make our way thro' with Vinegar; we may get on the Sunny side, and though our Tubs be [Page 87]no bigger than Diogenes's, we may have nothing to desire of Alexander, but that he would stand between us and the Sun. Well dear Delia think of this, it will be ill driving us to despair, when we may not be past hope: Adieu; I have not a worse Enemy to my Quiet than my Fears, as Delia will manage them; She may ease the torment of her ever faithful Lover Polierchus.

XXIX.

SUre nothing suits the genius of this Age, worse than Orantes, for that like a rowling Sea sends Bil­low after Billow, and every Blast changes the face of the great Oce­an; He, like the weather-beaten Shrub upon the Beach, flourishes ne­ver the more for a Calm, nor wi­thers in a Storm: Dear Asteria is the Rock his Love grows upon, there's Merit enough for the Roots to fix in; he is now at leisure to con­sider the foundation all alone, free to [Page 88]Thought, the Reins are now loose, Asteria is the sole Object, he sees her with his Eyes shut, hears her at a hundred miles distance, and talks to her at the same; Rapture and Dream are not very unlike, yet this hath the better on it, for I can think it over and over again, and am not at the mercy of a starter or a noise to loose the dear Delight: Charm­ing Asteria, Orantes is awake, not only thinks, but knows and resolves, and from his strictest reasoning can averr he loves, and she deserves all, and more than he can ever pay; yet with pleasure he is endeavouring all the dispatch possible to his design of seeing and serving her; it is his whole business. Sir William Temple makes an ingenious descant upon comparing the steady temper of the Dutch with the more acute Wit of other Nations; he says one cuts like a Razor, but blunted by hard op­position; the other like a Hatchet, and makes the deeper impression: they are, as he says, more dilatory, [Page 89]but more sure both in their Coun­cils and Dispatch, because they are al­ways intending what they are about; apply it dear Asteria, and doubt not the effect, 'tis not the trifling Project of some one advantage that animates the Spirit of Orantes, 'tis no less than all the whole Cargo is at stake, and then ask what every one doth for that, the Miser and the Generous are then alike. Adieu, Gratitude and Ho­nour would flourish upon any oppor­tunity of serving you, and would quit all pretences for this gratifica­cation of perfecting what I have so often promised, what I have been so long about, and what I hope to effect; Dear Asteria farewel; when you can with ease to your own Concerns, think of one whose enjoyments can never a­mount to a cessation of misfortune, till he hath the Blessing to see you again; Forgive this trouble, and if I may beg it, to love Orantes once more. Adieu.

My dearest, powerful and propitious Fate,
May all thy Hours be Quiet and Sedate:
May'st thou be constant to thy Love and Friend,
And all that makes thee Happy know no end.

THE Relation of Delia's Con­cerns, have like the suddain Fires you mention, startled me, and made me look round for Refuge; But alas, 'tis no news to poor Pol. His Reason to hear she hath a thou­sand Offers, and what she says, is inforced with as many Considerati­ons of Prudence; the tenderest Con­cerns lie at stake, and nothing to stand in the way but unfortunate Pol. How can I think, that that, which every thing crushes can oppose so mighty a force, Ah Delia, my Pen is rea­dy to drop out of my hand, by all that's Sacred, cold and heavy Grief has seized my Heart, and my Eyes will no longer perform their Duty; For­give the little stop I make, Dear Delia, and I will on again; Is your Prosperity, Happiness and Honour dearer to me than my Lives Blood? and yet must I be the only Man to oppose it, Ah Delia! to what ne­cessity am I brought, that I must quit both my Love and my Life; 'tis true, when ever I part with one, the other will undoubtedly follow, [Page 91]But may I not hope my Adorable Dear Delia will look once back, and think, whether two Souls, the nearest being one that ever were made, can now be parted: Consider it Delia, let your Pity be moved to your Slave; and I do here again upon my bended Knees implore your Compassion; Deny it not for Hea­vens sake, unless you will abandon me to all that Cruelty which would make the most barbarous Relent. Adieu, my Life depends upon the next, remember I have no Solicitor, none to Appeal to for help, but Delia her self: Well, I have only to say, that unalterable as Fate, is the Passion and Friendship of poor Polierchus; or may the Eternal Pow­ers for ever hate him. Adieu.

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FOR want of Care in the Printing, some Mistakes are made in these Papers, as particularly the Second and Third Letters are joyn'd together, the former of which ends at the Word Admirer, Page 9. Line 6. The rest of the Errors the Reader may cor­rect thus:

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