The effigies of love being a translation from the Latine of Mr. Robert Waring of Christ-Church in Oxford, master of arts, and proctor of that university. To which is prefixt a tombstone-encomium, by the same author, sacred to the memory of the prince of poets, Ben. Johnson; also made English by the same hand. Amoris effigies. English. Waring, Robert, 1614-1658. 1680 Approx. 143 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 81 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-01 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A67615 Wing W866 ESTC R219407 99830882 99830882 35344 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637 -- Early works to 1800. Love -- Early works to 1800. 2002-08 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-10 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-11 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2002-11 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-12 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion The Effigies of Love. T. Cross Sculp . THE EFFIGIES OF LOVE : BEING A Translation from the Latine of Mr. Robert Waring of Christ-Church in Oxford , Master of Arts , and Proctor of that University . To which is prefixt A Tombstone-Encomium , By the same Author , Sacred to the memory of the Prince of Poets , BEN. IOHNSON ; Also made English by the same hand . The Pox , the Plague , and every small Disease , May come as oft as ill Fate please ; But Death and Love are never found To give a second Wound . We 're by those Serpents bit , but we 're devour'd by these . Mr. Cowley in his Mistriss , pag. ult . London : Printed in the year 1680. TO The Fair and Excellent LADY Madam Sarah Cock. Honoured Madam , TO make an Apologie for Dedications , in an Age wherein it were almost ridiculous to appear without them , were a folly like his that should excuse himself for not being singular ; besides that he must needs be a person of a very desperate desert and fortune too , who can neither finde nor make a friend that will accept or patronize his labours ; and it must needs be scandalous for the childe , whose both parents and friends are ashamed to own it . But that I should single out You , most Excellent Madam , from the rest of your fair Sex , to shelter me from the dreadful effects of merciless Criticks , need be the wonder of none but Your self , whose Modesty hath restrained You from too near a familiarity with your own deserts , and made You happily ignorant of Your own vertues and power ; the knowledge of which ought not to be trusted with any goodness less than Your own . But tyranny , and insolence , and triumphing over the infelicities and miseries of those men whom themselves have made so , is such a piece of Barbarity , as will finde entertainment among none but the basest and the worst of men : which is all the security I have that I may once see a period of those sufferings I have so long patiently , and scarce patiently endured , since the remedy is in the power of her whose very outward appearance carries with it a certain indication of generosity and goodness . I was long silent , and with much reluctancy at last broke it : but if grief , though silent , have a voice ; if anguish without a tongue be vocal ; if sorrow be lowd to Elah , or the groans of an expiring Lover can be accented ; if a mighty amazement and consternation of a mind but reasonably sollicitous for its own happiness , have any Emphasis ; my present sufferings can neither want arguments nor oratours : and whilst I plead my own Cause , and that with You , I shall much sooner be at a loss where to begin , than what to say . Dearest Madam , this little Book will inform You what You can do , and I have suffered : my torments ( the Characters of Your powerful Beauty ) are here exactly delineated , that You may read and pity me , now almost become Loves emphatical Martyr . It will seem a wonder scarce capable of his belief , should I tell the Reader , The described Passions in this Book , come short of what I have , and the Torments of what I endure for You. In some places You will see Your self deservedly seated on a Throne , which can dart astonishing influences and a dreadful pleasure , distributing desirable afflictions , and pleasing deaths , which the most greedy of life would desire , and joyfully embrace : In other places You may visit Your easie-gotten Conquests , and see the unhappy Trophies of Your Beauty . Others You have slightly touched , and but with a few Darts , Me You have transfixt with a thousand : their wounds do not need , mine are scarce capable of cure ; and their greatest Emphasis is their not being mortal . Yet We valiant Lovers like these pleasing Cruelties , love the hand that strikes us , play with the flames that scorch us , and enjoy them the blessed Authors of our deaths . But lest , whilst I talk of Sufferings , my trespassing too long upon Your patience , may justifie Your inflicting them , and so turn them into Punishments ; and lest the Prologue drown the Play , and forestal the patience of the hearers , which would be more advantageously reserv'd for the ensuing Acts ; I retire , onely begging leave to advertise You , that whereas some Expressions in this Book are harsh and uncouth , that may not be charged upon the Translator , who hath in favour of Your fair Sex trespassed more than once upon the Author , and fears he shall stand in need of the learned Reader 's pardon for making so many , as he begs Yours for not making more alterations . Dearest Madam , read this little Book , and see the reflex image both of Your self and Me : there You will finde what You already are , and what all other Ladies from Your example fain would be ; who onely blame You for setting Your Example so high , that it deceives their sight , baffles their hopes , and discourages their endeavours of imitation . In mercy to the gazing world , bridle this Luxury of Vertue , this Prodigality of Goodness : 't is thrifty counsel , and conduces to Your happiness and Ours too : it gives us hopes , that though we can't attain Your course , we seeing our Guide , may go part of that Religious way : for though by a higher pitch of Vertue ( if that supposition be no Crime ) You might be transcribed into something above humanity ; yet wrapt in Clouds , we had lost our knowledge , You our love ; and You leaving us in danger of seduction into Idolatry , lest you should be without fault , are become guilty of ours . But methinks I begin to forget my Crime , which I promised to amend ▪ which cannot be better done , than by not anticipating Your reading of this Book , which when read , will supersede the trouble of subscription . Whatsoever is there of Love or Adoration , I shall do You that Justice and my self the Honour of acknowledgement and payment : which tribute I humbly beg You will not refuse from , Dearest Madam , Your entirely devoted and most obedient Servant , Rob. Nightingale . TO THE READER . READER , I Here present thee with a Translation of the deservedly admired Effigies Amoris ; but with such Variations from the Latin , as will make me obnoxious to thy Censure . To give you the particular reasons , were a direct thwarting of my interest , and undoing all I have already done in prosecution of my end : yet I dare tell you my reasons are such as will either secure me from , or enable me willingly to bear the worst that Zoilus can do ; I shall be as capable of his Envy , as he will be deserving of my Scorn , and needful of my Pity : but because it is so easie to pretend any reasons when a man is beforehand resolv'd not to discover them , I think fit to acquaint you , that there are in the Latine so many harsh and jarring expressions , so derogatory to the honour and the dominion that the fair Sex ( for whose sake I avow the undertaking of this Translation ) have by their victorious Beauty acquired in the world , that I thought my self oblig'd ( having listed my self under Cupid's Banner ) to espouse their Cause , and thereby become at once an Orator for them and Vertue . Mr. Waring the ingenious Author of this Book , might be allowed some Exotick transports , and ought to be pardon'd the roving Excursions of a boundless fancy and unlimited invention : he was full , and those expressions must be lookt upon as the frothy overflowings of a luxuriant brain : though after all , if taken entirely , he is certainly one of the most ingenious Authors that ever this fruitful age hath produced ; whose excellent Character ( set down by Mr. Griffith , ( the Publisher of the last Edition ) will easily excuse me from speaking farther of a person whom I no otherwise knew but by Fame ; and this little , but best Monument of himself : which renders my attempt of translation as bold and as dangerous as Horace pronounc'd his Endeavours to be , who durst emulate Pindar . But Love commanded , and I had nothing else to do but to obey : I told him I was not eloquent ; he replied that he could make me so : he commanded me to speak , and taught me how ; and whilst he unseal'd my lips , influenced my tongue . Cupid is the Muses and the World 's Hannibal , whose prosperous adventures serve to teach us , that to him , and us under his Conduct , nothing is inaccessible , nothing is invincible : and let him that laughs at me and my undertaking , beware lest by the influence I have upon my Master , he be not in a condition of shaking hands , and prove as emphatical a fool as he thinks I am . Thus , Reader , I have acquainted you with some of my reasons , and told you likewise that I have more in my Budget , which being purposely kept there for secresie's sake , you are by the laws of Modesty forbidden to make any farther enquiry after them . The Epitaph upon Ben. Johnson I was unwilling to leave out , though I am sensible it hath lost much by the translation . It was in the Latine ( as I have made it in the English ) rather a Monumental inscription than a Poem . So that in this Verbum verbo curabam reddere fidus Interpres . Accept , courteous Reader , or at least pardon these my first adventures : I have chosen a Subject generous and bold , which may provoke some one better qualified for it than my self , to add those Ornaments which I were not able to give . TO The ever Honour'd And most Accomplish'd Gentleman , Sir Iohn Birkenhead Kt. Doctor of Laws , Master of Faculties , And one of the Honourable House of Commons . Illustrious Sir , IT is my hopes that you will not disdain these first fruits of our Gratitude , though gathered out of your own Nursery , in regard we never offer to the Deities themselves other than their own proper Incense . That these few Remains of so dear an acquaintance surviv'd their Author , is that which all learned men owe to your care ; and therefore that they should return dedicated to your Name , was not onely mine , but the desire of the Learned ▪ whose farther designe it was , that I should make known by the testimony of this Treatise , as well their publick as my private Gratitude . Who could not think it enough to enjoy a Jewel so pretious in it self , unless ( as it happens to the Pearls and Diamonds of great Princes ) it had received something of higher value , more august than innate worth , from the Cabinet of the late Possessor : For to them that should enquire Cujum Opus , it would not be enough for the Printer to answer , Not Aegon 's certainly , unless he added , But Waring's ; or to you that farther demanded , Whence came this Work ? nothing else could satisfie their Importunity but this reply , That it was produc'd , most excellent Sir , out of your Library . And while the Publisher prepares another Edition , the former Copies being either lost or sold , it is your Command , that the true and genuine Author of this third Edition should be known to the world in the front of this third Impression ; not wanting surreptitious Feathers to imp the wings of thy Fame , who canst deservedly boast those Off-springs of thy own Quill ; which should the world enjoy all together , would soon eclipse whatever the Modern Wits have brought forth : from whence I am not able to determine whether or no something greater than the Iliads might arise . To you in the mean time all the Learned on this side Tagus and Ganges bow their heads , as being the onely person famous for the high applauses for Wit and Judgment both conjoyn'd ; so far in you is the subtlety of Wit from injuring the sharpness of Judgment . But I fear lest while I am paying Truth her due , I should offend your modesty , which is not the meanest of your great Virtues : I will therefore correct my self in time , wishing onely this , that we may at length obtain what all desire , an Edition of your Lucubrations , that so you may do justice to your Fame , and the vast expectation that the world has conceived of you . In the mean while I beg you to accept this Testimony of a grateful mind , till I am able to make a better acknowledgement , which for gratitudes sake , I desire may be dedicated to your self , To you , my best Patron , Your most devoted Servant , Will. Griffith . THE PROEM OF WILLIAM GRIFFITH TO THE READER . TAke , Reader , to thy self , what thou hast so long desir'd , the new Edition of this polite little Work ; little indeed , if thou regardest the bulk , and not the merit of the Piece , to prevent the tedious labour of transcribing so frequently requested Copies . This was the Printers care , to whom I was willing to condescend , that if I could any way be ayding , this third Edition should come forth more copious and more corrected . To which end , if any thing were done to the purpose by me , it is all to be ascribed to that worthy and excellent person , through whose favour the Learned World enjoys the lovely birth of so divine a Wit ; I mean , that noble Gentleman Sir John Birkenhead , who was not satisfi'd to inter and preserve the Ashes of the Author , who was his intimate Acquaintance , unless be might also preserve his Memory ; which he did , by exposing to the world these draughts and descriptions of Love deposited in his custody . They have breathed forth Nard where're they came , with the fragrant Odours of Amomum . The name of the Author was absent from the Title in the first Edition : For then it crept forth , such was the sate of those times , as the work of a person who had been always faithful to his Prince , and therefore thought it necessary to conceal his name , which was all he could do . For it became not such an Ingenuity to be conceal'd , which like Royal Furniture carries its peculiar marks where-ever it is found . Nor is that small Addition to be despised , I mean , the Tombstone-Encomium upon the Prince of our English Poets , BEN. JOHNSON , by which he has rendered his Memory , with his own , immortal ; which the Author finding most miserably mangled in a Book called Johnsonus Viribius , was forced almost to make new again , that he might restore it to its first splendour , to himself a Peonian Apollo , renewing , like the Pelican , that life which he had given to his Off-spring once born , and twice restored to life ; born from the hand and invention of the Author , risen once from the Errours of the Press , and a third time expos'd to Eternity by the favour of the forementioned Knight . The Author was deservedly number'd among the chiefest Wits of his time , as Cartwright , Gregory , Diggs , Masterson , and the rest : Who while they liv'd , Oh Heavens how great they were ! of all whom for all , the noble Birkenhead onely survives . These were the Tutelar Numens of Oxford , every one an Ingenuity descended from Heaven ; which while she kept within her walls , Oxford stood , yielding neither to the policy nor force of her Enemies . In vain the Enemy labour'd to intice these Heroes to his Party : Whom nevertheless while a greater force , piety and fidelity to their Prince , carri'd several ways , whereby their Pens were not able to assist the Royal Arms , reduced to Extremity , at length the hostile fury prevail'd , while they were otherwise employed ; as the Temple of Diana burnt at Ephesus , while she was busie at the birth of Alexander . The Enemy therefore having obtained his wishes , proudly using his Victories , as it were triumphing over Victory her self , carried away as many of these Genius's as he could meet with ; believing he could no otherwise restrain and curb those divine Souls , than with Cords and Chains . As the Tyrians tyed the same golden Chain to the Ogmean Hercules , lest he should desert them , which the Gauls tyed to the tongue of the same Deity , to attract and allure others . In the midst of these Cruelties , the most of those Heroes breathed forth their blessed Souls , yet not yielding to fate , in regard that every one of them has drawn Eternal Lines in their several Writings , as amongst the rest , ROBERT WARING has depainted The Effigies of Love to all Eternity . ERRATA . IN the Epistle Dedicatory , p. 6. l. 19. read they instead of that . In the title of the Epistle to Sir John Birkenhead , r. Master of Requests . p. 2. l. 4. dele as well . p. 3. l. 13 r. looks , instead of countenance . p. 5. l. 8. read that instead of a. p. 27. l. 22. read , yet this is to . p. 77. l. 18. read Vices instead of Vertues . p. 95. l. 11. r. approaches . These , and if there be any other Errata , occasioned through the Translators absence , the candid Reader is desired to excuse and amend them . TO The PRINCE of POETS , BEN. JOHNSON , A TOMBSTONE-ENCOMIUM . Greatest of Poets , Whether suffering Death or Extasie , Thou ly'st a venerable , more than mortal Pile . Thus , after the receiv'd honour of sacred Fury , When th' aged Prophetess Had wasted the now-exhausted Inspiration , And the divine Soul no more to return Had taken its last flight , Thus lay the Sibyl's Carkas , Even yet to be consulted by her trembling Adorers . To none the God-like Soul so largely indulg'd it self , To none more unwilling it bid farewel , Transmitting equal Flames While an Exile , and while an Inhabitant . And now the Evening of thy years growing on , It did not leave thy breast , As it were the Horizon of Poetry , Without its gloomie redness . 'T is the fate of some Poets to betray , not know their Parts ; A great Mystery to others , a greater to themselves ; Like some Prophetick wilde Beasts , They boast an included Numen , which they know not ; Wise by unintelligible instinct ; In whom , while boldness creates wit , 't is profitable to be ignorant . To thee it first happen'd to enjoy thy own Fury , And govern thy celestial gifts , While with an equal strife , thy judgment & thy inspiration went together , Twice divinely possess'd . Thou hast added Muses to other Muses , Arts and Sciences , A Poet , full of thy self : Who separating Fury from Rage , Hast taught that the Aonian Springs may be soberly quaff't . Who hast chastiz'd the lawless extravagance of Rapture , By thrifty counsel . That Britain might at length possess , The World admire An Ingenuity that needs no pardon ; And finde nothing to be farther added to thy Writings , But Fame . That the Prologues therefore , Like the Portico's of great men , should advance the Titles Of the Master , The Author himself is celebrated as the perpetual Argument . This is not to be called Arrogance , but Judgment , Or Prophesie . For it is the property of Vertue and a Poet , To please himself . Therefore not to increase our Envie , but thy Praise , The Fates commanded thee to appear Great , Who alone hast shew'd thy self to Us an entire Poet. While others onely crop the Lawrel-boughs , Thou claim'st the whole Grove . Nor dost thou flatteringly praise , nor enviously bite ; Abominating both , Either to mix Honey with thy Sacrifice , or Vinegar With thy Physick . Nor hast thou burst thy Oaten-pipe with too much breath , Nor effeminated thy Trumpet with too little . Observing the Laws on both parts , as being thy self the Law , Thou hast obtain'd an Empire by the devotion of Obedience . Servant of Things , but not of Times . Thus being the Darling of all the Muses , Thou sett'st them all at a perpetual strife . Let it be Homer's Glory To have Cities at variance for him , for thee The Muses dispute . Who whether in thy Tragick Buskins , among the Poets , Thundring Jupiter , Or whether thy round feet fill the Comick Sock ; Whether thou dost dictate Epigrams That may be acted , Or Wit which the hands can shew . Thou leav'st those foot-steps Posterity must adore , And seem'st to Us to pitch the Theatre . Thy Scenes exhibit not Spectacles of Sand ; Thy Scenes produc'd not Poems , but Poesie it self , And gave both Mindes and Laws to the People , By which they might condemn thee , if thou cou'dst have err'd . Thus thou affordest both sights and eyes to the Beholders ; And mak'st those Scenes which chuse rather to be read Than be beheld , Scorning to owe thy wit to the Actor . Others not beholding to Apollo , but to Mercury , Whose Inspirations proceed from Wine and Love , Who obtrude Vices upon the Stage , whom Diseases Make Poets , Whose Muses more fit to ride after the old custom in Carts , Never bring forth , but suffer abortion Of a few dying Verses , Which the very Press it self stifles . Authors expos'd to darkness by a new fraud of Lucina , While their Poems , like Diurnals , Serve onely for their Year and Country . Thus the Modern Wit of Plautus No longer liv'd than Plautus liv'd ; And the Domestick Iests of Aristophanes found No applause but upon his own Theatre . Thou in the mean while Breathest the Genius of Ages yet to come , The World's and thy Theatre is the same ; While in one word , thou pourest forth a lasting Poem , A Verse immense , and increasing with the Reader . We congratulate thy happy Delays : But why call we that Delay , Which was made onely for Our sakes ? That ought to be eternally written , which Would be so read . Thou alone art able To govern the world with thy Pen , far greater than Scepters . The Sword subdu'd the Britains to Rome ; Thy Quill , Rome to the Britains : Which thus rejoycing to be vanquish'd , We now behold more sublime in the English Buskin , Than in the height of her own Hills . But what is greater , thou subdu'st the Age to Us ; And , Vicar of the Oracle , Like a faithful Priest , perform'st what God commanded , Teaching men to know themselves . Our Language Nurs'd wit , increas'd by thee : Thou didst form the Country-speech and thy own words together . No more we boast our own , but Johnson's Eloquence ; To the end thou mayst be always prais'd in thy own Language ; Who hast also taught Rome it self more eloquent words , Vaunting in the servitude of a forrein Idiome . Greece also , The Mistriss of the world , thou hast adorn'd ; Now glorying in another than the Attick Dialect . Rich in thy self alone , thou wer 't able to contemn The Ingenuities of Others , And without them wer 't a Compendium of Wit. But as that Painter Who strove to give the world an Exemplar equal to the Idea , Artfully collected Those Beauties which Nature had here and there dispers'd ; And forcing the wandring Rivolets of Form into one Ocean , Commanded thence another unblemish'd Venus : So to the framing a structure of the same nature , Thy Poesie was like that Painting . Other Authors afforded Materials for thy Wit , Thou art added to them as Art and Polishing . And if others might be call'd Poets , thou Poesie itself . Not another Pen , but the Author of Authors . Long sollicitous Writers teaching at length by thy Self , What Genius a Book that would live ought to have . How many soever went before , Did but serve as Guides in the Road : Thou alone the Pillar . That Vertue which profits others , endammag'd The Owner . And thou that hadst more correctedly transcrib'd others , Art not to be transcrib'd thy self : A Match equal to them gone before , To Posterity unequal . Perpetual Dictator of the Stage . Rob. Waring . These Flames of Love Robert Waring offers and consecrates to the Altars and religious Fires . This old and worm-eaten Harp of Love he also hangs against the sacred Walls of his poor Habitation . NOw Cupid grant me Feathers and Quills from thy own Wings , and an Opportunity of Stealing thy Divinity . There is a greater Task in hand , and a larger Theme of Love , the Patron ; whom I should believe more proper for me to invoke , were it not a piece of impious Worship to pretend so great a Person for the occasion of our Sloath. Yet ( O thou to me more admir'd Divinity than Cupid himself ) grant me the pardon of this one Crime ( for it is not an unheard-of Crime of Piety ) to hang my Harp upon the sacred Walls , that will then at length prove grateful when it can sound no more . I , in imitation of Praxitiles his Art , ( for what is it we Lovers dare not do ? ) have sent this idle Piece , not so much for the Pencil's , as for Pieties sake , the Messenger of my Love , and as a Pledge for my self . Thou shalt not finde here so much of the Painter , as of a person that makes his Confession , as having spent the Heats of a distemper'd Breast upon the Table , and weakly delineated , what I more powerfully suffer'd . Neither shall I seem to have described to the Life , but only the Blindness and Madness of Love. So that I fear a further demand , What it is I deliver into your Hands , under the notion of a Present . However , if deluded with the Shadow and Dream of a Representation , you require something farther , behold more willingly here approaches your Hands , either as a Present , or as a Captive , the very Picture , or if you please , Original of Love. The Answer of R. W. to his Friend , importunately desiring to know what LOVE might be ? I Acknowledge the wanton Tyranny of imperious Love , that is always requiring the most difficult Trials of the Affections . Now though it be a kinde of an Herculean Labour it self to Love , considering those severe duties , those toyls , and hazards appendant to it ; as if Cruelty were its sole delight : Nevertheless we believe it reasonable , what names soever we have given to Love , that he should exercise his Soveraignty , which is certainly very great and puissant ; and by the Severity of his Commands , that he should augment the glory of his high Rule , and our obedient Submission . Let him command as well what is beyond , as well as what is within the verge of our ability to perform , all things , but only that one thing , Not to Love. Let him command nothing below a Miracle , seeing that he who exacts the duty , affords us also Strength and Power , and raises our Wit and Ingenuity above its self , transforming Man into a Semi-Deity . So that he cannot be said to Love , who does not act beyond himself , and pursue the accomplishments of his desires , with Enterprises equal to his wishes . He is no thorough-pac'd Lover , who does not something above extraordinary , to gain his Prize . But justly do you redemand those Affections , which you your self have taught , though despoil'd of your Faceteness and Eloquence . Will it so delight ye , to behold in my devoted Breast , as in a Mirrour , the reverberated resemblance of your self ? Or to take a thorough view of me , as being a piece of your own workmanship ? because it is impossible that any outward stain should blemish your fair Image ; the very Spots whereof afford a brightness , like those of the Sun. Will you not however , like a haughty Lady , be angry with the Looking-Glass , that discovers to your sight Freckles and Deformities not your own , and throws a counterfeit Scandal upon your Countenance ? I know not for what reason ; but certain it is , that we love the very miscarriages of Nature , and the disgraces of our own Bodies ; as old and maimed Images are more religiously ador'd . Thus Parents for the most part caress with a more tender Affection , as it were to the comfort of their Misfortunes , the lamest and most deformed of their Children ; more vehemently admiring these Monsters of the Womb , as the Portenders of some great matter . We are pleased to behold the transposed ▪ Members of a distorted body , moving like Man's Anagram . Certainly , Deformity is a sacred thing , which much more divine than Beauty , pleas'd the antient Priests , that assum'd Divinity under antie shapes , to render their Oracles more reverend ; which not only terrifies us Mortals , but admonishes us withal , that this Deformity is rather to be ador'd than lov'd . Every one is to himself the most pleasing Theater , and the most delectable Object ; and then the Eye seems to enjoy the Dignity and delights of the Mind , when it shoots its piercing sharpness backward upon it self , at once both the Spectator and the sight . Whatever it be , that for double reasons renders us doubly favoured by you , ought to be most chiefly in our esteem ; which if it shew us lame or imperfect , under that very notion either of injury or antiquity , we are also for that very reason to admire it . I am oblig'd to Nature that she hath afforded me a smooth Table , from whence to take off so much of your likeness , as to delight both her self and you too . But it will be a wonder indeed , that an Image should talk any longer . But I am much more apt to love , then speak a word , which covets rather to be the subject of Contemplation than Demonstration ; and because it keeps its station in the most secret Recesses of the Heart , disdains acquaintance with the Tongue . A thing which we poor Mortals never learn , either from precept or examples ; but then at length all first began to understand , when we had all practised the same thing . You would say that Love were not only blind , but Tongueless , who has made all the joints of our bodies vocal , unless the Tongue alone . Whence it comes to pass , that Lovers more eloquently make use of sighs than words , to convey the Intelligence of their secret flames , and like Paphian Doves weep enliven'd Epistles ; by which means they also discourse with their eloquent Fingers , without the assistance of a Pen ; and dialogue in signs , with affable Nods , missary Smiles ; and by means of those vocal Messengers of their Desires , hear each others mutual Wishes , and read each others visible Souls . At other times the Rhetorical Tropes of Gesture woe in a mysterious and various Idiome , while Pilgrim Glances , seeming to be out of their way , outwardly renouncing all familiarity , privately hold a strict correspondence together . Their counterfeited Frowns display an outward displeasure , when they are studying all the charms of Friendship in the midst of their Anger . At other times their Souls taking reciprocal flights from each others eyes , ravish from each other Bridal Kisses at a distance , returning in Triumph with the Thefts of Embraces in thought . And among all their Triumphs and their Pleasures , this they look upon as the chiefest , that the business lies hid . So frequent a thing it is for Lovers to appear upon the publick Stage , and yet beguile the Spectators by disguising the Comedy . These Angelic Interlocutors seem indeed to be above all humane Laws , and consequently by most certain signs to understand each others Wishes , to inspect each others Entrails , and to manage their Affections rather by way of Oracle than Discourse ; while they display in thought a clearer discovery of each others Mindes , before the addresses of words , or that they know how to deceive ; and their Desires , like Apparitions , shew themselves to the eye : Such however as by no other Art are to be seen , than that which bred them ; while issuing visibly from the Body , they not only appear to the sight , but assume the shape , and enliven the person whom they designe to discourse . As if there were within the same Body a free Intercourse of restless and wandering thoughts , that commune with others abroad with no less silence than they observe at home . This one Affection that cannot be exprest , is ador'd as a Mysterie ; whose sacred Rites , like those of the most antient Deities , are like Crimes protected by a modest Shame and warie Silence . Love has always its Vail ; and the Adorers of Venus , like Aeneas , walk envelop'd in a Cloud , and keep themselves secret in the most publick Assemblies of Men. Nay Cupid himself , hardly content with one Vail , delights to peep out of his Ambushments , and to see the hearts he daily wounds ; beholding all , himself unseen . Thus Love that compos'd the world , kept his Station in Confusion , lurking in the antient Darkness of the primitive Chaos . Still doth Venus , as if she were a Traitor , flie the Sun ; and for fear of being discover'd , I know not what Divinity has inclos'd within a Labyrinth , not only the Affections of Pasiphaë , but the whole Love of all Mankinde ; or if at any time he chance to be apprehended , he appears either like one caught in a Net , or else in the shape of a Monster . Thus in complaisance to Mortals that love Riddles , Love is become a Problem to himself , living without Rule , and exercising the Affections at his own pleasure ; while contrary Desires agitate him , no less impetuously driven this way and that way by the Ebbs and Flowings of the Passions ; from whence it may be easie to infer , that the Cyprian Queen was born upon the rowling Billows , in the midst of contrary Winds . Strange Riddles ! That the same person should both serve and live free , should be at his own disposal , and at the command of another ; as it hapned to the Freed-men of the Roman Emperours , who govern'd their Lords and Masters under the title of Slaves ! That this same Love should both live and dye both at the same time , and like the Phoenix , revive from the Ashes of his own Funeral Pile ! Mad and malignant Wishes of the same Lover , therefore to wish his most beloved Favourite unfortunate , only to have the opportunity of being his Comforter ! Therefore to desire him depriv'd of Friends , and bereav'd of Subsistance , that he may have the honour of supplying both ! Therefore to wound , that he may be the Author of the Cure ! That Necessity rather than Love and Merit should enforce the Oblig'd to retaliation ! Not to know whether to desire the Hatred and Enmity , or the Favour and Kindness of his Friend ! while Hatred and Jealousie are equally mischievous in their undertakings . 'T is a piece of Inhumanity , to hinder the effects of all other mens Kindness , only to engross the Affection singly to himself ; to remove and implead all his other Rivals , as the injurious Authors of his private wrongs : but above all things , to be solicitously careful lest at any time hereafter he should grow wiser , which might render him contemptible ; with so much delight are Lovers blindly misguided . See how an inamour'd breast grows cold and hot reciprocally by fits , as it fares with those in high Fevers ; neither is there any one that loves without perfect indignation . Deservedly he curses the pleasing Executioner , that burns him in those flames , that rob him of himself ; Yet like a Butter-flie , delights to play about those flames , and enjoy the happy Author of his Death . He seeks himself without himself , and lingers to be taken , that being a prisoner , he may be in a capacity to redeem himself ; and to be next to himself , sticks close to his Possessor . It is a difficult thing for him to love ; as difficult , not to love ; but more difficult than both , to enjoy Love. So miserably is his afflicted Minde tormented , not so much with his own wishes themselves , as with the necessary event of what he desires . So that if the Heavens prove propitious , to favour him with success in his Love , he then cries out again for his former miseries , and that pleasing torment of sighing and desiring . So much more grateful it is to aspire to embraces , than to be fetter'd in the Chains . Every one more highly esteems the pleasure of desiring , than the Desires themselves ; not likely to be happy in any condition , who complains of the event , and with reluctance suffers his Sighs and delightful Anxieties to be lost . Which is the hard and cruel fate of Lovers , that what way soever Fortune favour them , they are still adversaries to their Happiness . Whence comes it to pass , that he flies the sight of her , the sight of whom is his most pleasing Nourishment , while he thinks it a new birth to be admitted into her Presence ? What unhappiness is this , that he that has his hearts desire , should not be able to enjoy his own Wishes ? That Majesty encircled with the Graces , both allures and terrifies . That Sun-like splendour of a most serene Countenance , both recreates and annoys the sight . The Veneration of that Divinity , which he hath feign'd terrible to himself , astonishes the Worshipper , suffering like a Cyclops , under the oppression of his own Thunderbolts . Love hath beguil'd him with that imposture of Titles and Divinity , that he believes the possession more worthy than is fit for him to enjoy ; neither will Religion suffer him to envy his misfortune ; for what he looks upon as a Divinity , he judges not proper to be approach'd with the Eye , but with the Minde alone . So carefully hath Heaven provided for this Affection , by intermixing Fear and Anguish with Joy , to render that Pleasure more delicate . Hence it is that our Desires so torment us , that they may also delight us ; and our Delights are so infested with Misfortunes , to increase our Sorrows . They are so sparingly distributed , that they appear like the Ladies Faces , which by their Silken Vails are but more openly conceal'd . So that they may be said to enjoy and to want , both at one time ; being such for whom greater things are aimed at , than are convenient to be allowed them : the single felicities of a Glance , or a Smile , or a short charming Discourse , being enough at a time . Nevertheless , our restless and hungry Passion , not satisfied with the sweet repasts either of converse or view , attempts to taste somthing yet more Divine , which it is nor allow'd neither to obtain or know . Neither do I know how it comes to pass that this Misfortune turmoils us , that because we are wont to enjoy Felicity only in Dreams , we are doubtful whether we possess what we really enjoy or no ; and believing that we still enjoy what we imagine to be only Dreams and Shadows , we refuse to be any farther deluded , and therefore fear enjoyment . That Passion which settles all other motions of the Minde , that reconciles Men , Brutes , and Philosophers , is at enmity with it self alone ; by the ties of Discord coupling things altogether repugnant to each other . We are not therefore to reproach him for soft and tender , whose Arms are tired only with Embraces ; who always breathes either Perfumes or Sighs ; who suffers himself to be cast to the ground by the threats of a smooth Brow , or the glance of an Eye . Neither are we to account him bold and daring , that endures the nocturnal Importunities of his Cares , or the diurnal Sollicitations of his troubled Thoughts ; or by a tedious sufferance of Injuries , exercises his greediness of Danger ; so that although his fears cease , he delights to dissemble more , and to invoke Jeopardie and Hazard , as favours and arguments of his Love : as if Paleness and Wanness were the Symptomes of Woing ; or that the only way to prove himself a Lover , were to make himself miserable . On the other side , shall we count a man stupid , because we finde that Rigour and Disdain so frequently inflame and provoke a Lover ? That person , believe me , is all transmigrated into Soul , or that Aethereal particle of Fire , which feels no wounds . Or if this seem a Riddle , know that it is Loves Philosophy to vanquish Hatred by Affection , and to assail one Fire by another , though much the brighter . Consider nevertheless , that this is not the Stupidity , but the Heat of a Lover . For as all Injuries contemn'd , loose their end and perish : so being kindly taken , they pass for Benefits ; or else like flints , are broken by that soft & tender Breast that gives them way . Again , Why do we exclaim against him for being mad , or blinde , who beholds the spots and blemishes of his Mistriss , as so many Ornaments and little Stars ; that he assignes her Imperfections for Beauties , and by a most kinde mistake , extols and adorns her failings , with the title of the nearest resembling Virtues ? The more she needs it , the more curious is her Lover to dress and set her forth in his own ascititious and borrowed Colours . But in this case men prove partial Censurers , not Friends , requiring Judgment instead of Affection ; envying to the Lover that most happy Errour , which gives him his greatest satisfaction . Suffer him to impose that most honest deceit upon himself , and to form in his Minde a more Majestical resemblance of Her , whom he has there decreed more seriously to contemplate , and to worship more devoutly . 'T is the custom of Painters to pensil Faces not like , but fairer , and to flatter the Original ; polishing his workmanship rather according to the reflexion of the Mirrour , than after the real Representative . Believe me , we are not to think that Lovers have lost their Eyes , which are only overshadow'd with a Vail , through which they take their prospect more clearly and securely . Nevertheless you may think them three quarters shut , as in persons taking aim , that they may more judiciously discern ; and being fix'd upon one Object , they are not only purblind to all others , but loath the sight of them , and quite close up themselves . Now when the Eyes are wholly intent upon one Object , and employ all their quickness and vigour upon that , resolving , as it were for the nonce , not to contemplate any thing else ; this is not to be dim , but too quick-sighted . So that if to Philosophize be only to contemplate Idea's , then is it the particular work and office of Philosophie , to Love. Nay , if a man may be said to love as much as he understands , then that which is accounted the madness of Passion , that is to say , to be ready to dye for Love , may be adjudg'd an Argument of Knowledge . Do but consider the Stratagems and Sieges of Lovers , equal even to the Assaults upon Cities , and winning of Kingdoms . Behold the Virgins daily led in Triumph , as the Trophies of so many wilie Ingenuities , whom there was a necessity of deceiving , before they could be taken captive , and brought to an unwilling submission to their Admirers desires . So odly do they choose rather to be deluded than belov'd : As if they look'd upon the Shackles of Wile and Fallacy to be the forerunners to the Fetters of Embraces . Consider how many great Wits the word Mistriss has inspir'd ; how many Lyricks Amorous Desire has begot ; how extravagantly the rage of wounded Hearts has taught the Epigrammatist to wantonize . Then , emulous of so much glory , thou wilt cry , Give me an object to love : And then instead of Apollo , the Darling of Venus shall become thy Deity . He is in an Errour , whoever he be , that believes those things to be the raving Dotages of a distracted Minde , which are the Mysteries of divine Fury . Thus the God of Love himself prosperously governs the violence of his Actions , though contrary to Reason . His right hand never misses when he shoots the Hearts of Mortals , though blinde , and never aiming at the mark : For the hand is not govern'd by the Eye , but by an Inward and Divine Impulse . Neither is Love led by Reason , but by something more Celestial than Reason ; and as a Deity , that avoids Reason , which might cause him to erre , acts by a more certain Violence , and is wise without Wisdome . To be wise , and to Love , how harmoniously do they accord together ! The first , in the first place , is the Attribute of Jove himself ; and next to him , of a Prudent man , who , like an Oracle , can unfold Who is the best of Mortals : For it is impossible for any but the best of Men to love . He is the only Lover , whose Sentence , like that of Fate , is irrevocable . He cannot be said to love , whose Judgment fail'd , whose Embraces ever err'd , or who at any time had an incumbent Necessity to hate . The Conjugal Obligation of Lovers , like solemn Wedlock , admits of no Divorce . When the Maiden-Girdle is once unloos'd , that same Knot is knit , which is never to be untied ; though like the Gordian Noose , it may be sometimes cut asunder . So though the ties of Souls may be cut asunder by Death , they cannot be by Death unloosed . Love ceases not , though the thing beloved cease . A Wife shall not seem old , when she is really in years ; for still that Form , now withered and decayed , shall flourish in the faithful breast of her Husband ; and she that hath so far suffer'd a change , as to be almost unknown , shall still remain in memory belov'd . Then also when the Fates have snatch'd away the Mistriss of my heart , as if only separated by intervals of absence , then shall she surviving breathe in my never-forgetful breast : and while I embrace the beloved Apparition , I will deny her dead . Fond Destinies ! ye have spent your Malice in vain ; we still converse , and still are two . From others ye have forced a Virgin , from me not so much as a Shade . Before , we enjoy'd only the same Soul ; now , Body and Soul together . She is reunited to us as to her particular Sphere . Now Love may seem to have finisht his Circle , who always returns in that manner to the place from whence he sets forth , as if he intended with his perpetual Motion to imitate the Celestial Circumgyration ; so ending in himself , that he may begin again . For he cannot be said to Love , who can at any time either slacken , or not love at all . There is not the same determination or satiety of Love , as of other things ; neither is it satisfied like Hunger or Thirst. Love is not extinguish'd by satisfaction , but re-inflam'd with new delights , and every day findes new objects of pleasure in his beloved Features . He takes perpetual recreation , a perpetual greediness seizes him , and he always findes somthing yet farther to desire . Like a minde devoted to Contemplation , or like the Heaven it self , he moves perpetually , never rests ; never weary , but refreshed by toyl : thus the end of one Benefit is the step to the next , which taking its rise from a redoubled heat , first cherishes the person , and then its own favours . Love ought to be immortal , whether as consecrated to Eternity , or whether it be , because he always supplies the Misfortunes that happen by Death . For who knows not , that the Death and last Will of a Lover both go together , while the expiring Lover breaths out his Soul , to be read in his last sigh , whereby he constitutes her the sole Heiress , sending back all his Affections thither from whence he last departed ? With whom it fares , as with the antient Philosophers , to be hurried out of themselves , to enjoy a perpetual extasie of Life ; and to be depriv'd of their own Souls , that anothers may take their place . Pythagoras as a Lover , not as a Philosopher , makes me believe the Transmigration of the Soul. Which in a fleeting posture , as it were at pleasure laying aside her proper Vestments , and putting off the Spoils of the Body , hastens to more delightful Mansions , and a fairer Entertainment , as it were to another Elysium . There is no man happy before this decease , of which Love and Philosophy are the Cause : while this from the Body frees the Soul , pleasingly swooning away in Contemplation ; the former sends it forth to the Embraces of new Amours . Thence a loathing , hence the flight and Exit of its self ; both ways eagerly desiring a hasty dissolution , as if covetous to perish like the Arabian Wonder . We finde , that among some of the nicer sort of Ladies , upon the first sight of a noble Structure , there is a distaste and haughtie disdain of the Building ; then a peregrination to those flowry Canopies , wherein because they had not the chance to be born , they are willing to abide as Strangers , and wax old together ; or rather to be born again , by renewing the first principles of Life . Whoever denies these to be the Excursions of Transmigrating Souls , let him more attentively consider , how the Soul still directs herself to that part , where she may approach nearest to her Lover . If two Lovers joyn right Hands , you would swear their Souls were to be felt in their Fingers , and that they mutually interweav'd themselves together . If they close side to side , you shall perceive their very Bowels to leap for joy , and the mustering Spirits taking the alarm , assembled together in a body , beat and salute each other with frequent Pulses , and as it were strive to make way by breaking Prison . I would fain know what secret Charm that is , which summons all the blood into the Face , at the sight of the beloved Object , and causes the discoverer of the wound to flie upon the Assassinate ; just as the blood of a slain Corpse bursts forth at the appearance of the Homicide , returning the wound to him that gave it : The purple stream , by what Instinct I know not , here hastening to Revenge , there speeding to apply the most present Remedy . Behold how greedily those souls that stand Sentinel in the Ears , catch the Sounds , and presently convert themselves into the same . The spirits interchange in the mixture of words , and enter into those very wishes which the Tongue expresses . Those Souls that with a continued succession dart themselves from the Eyes , consume themselves with gazing , and languish away with frequent beholding . To all true Lovers , it is the same thing to speak and to expire , to see and to abandon himself , to behold and transmigrate into the Object . Thus the whole man speeding to make his Exit , throws himself sometimes into the Eye , sometimes into the Ear ; and only lives in that part , where he enjoys the object of his Love. Thus Love compels men to live more contractedly , and like some imperfect Animals to be contented with one Sence ; and yet this to render a man not imperfect , but more Divine , by how much he requires the fewer Instruments of Life . However , the Soul is advantaged by the Bodies loss . For by a certain extension of its Spiritual Bulk , that which seem'd confined to one Breast , now governs two ; as if it had two Lives . Distracted between two Bodies , it scarcely knows for which it was first formed ; such is the Increase that all true Love produces . As it fares with people that have drank over-hard , all things appear double to Lovers : but no otherwise double , than as the Eyes are so ; of which there is but one only Motion , one Sight alone . You may see two so closely folded in each others embraces , that they seem to be but one . 'T is the same thing which desires and is desired ; that knows not whether it love more truely , or be beloved more ardently ; that cannot be said so much to enjoy , as to be converted into the wish itself . Ah! bountiful Cupid , thou play'st foul play , while thou hidest within my Breast what I desire to embrace . Thou art too favourable ; act somewhat more rigidly ; order it so , that we may be two , that we may finde our selves to be what we would be . In vain I beg ; excess of Enjoyment will not suffer it : It cannot be ; I would divide what is but still the same . To will and nill the same thing , affords much of Vanity and Irksomness , nothing of Consortship . While we consult , we only mutually agree ; we do not mutual Offices of Kindness , but incorporate our pleasure . I seem to embrace a shadow for my Mistress , that presses close at my heels , and imitates my footsteps . Forbear , my Fairest , I beseech thee , more neer to me than my self ; order it so , that we may wish well to each other , but love less . By how much the more simple and uncompounded every thing is , by so much the more perfect it is . Not to be comprehended , circumscribed either by Number or Place , is the mark of a Deity . Whatever is Best , and most supremely Chief , ought to be singly one . As Love therefore has this mark of Perfection , that is to say , Unity in an high degree ; so is it dignified with another badge of Perfection , to be Communicative . For whatsoever is perfect , has this strange way to multiply and increase , by distributing and dealing it self into many parts . This is one part of his Revenue , that he enriches and advances others . Hence it was that this bountiful Deity , born for the tutelage of Humane Kinde , as prone to Love , as worthy to be beloved of all men , first instituted that generous sort of Liberalitie , to give himself to another ; which is the good that may be called mans Propriety , and is his primitive Gift . Other Gifts are not to be accounted our own , that is to say , the Graces and Favours of Heaven and Fortune ; which are no more in our power to bestow , than to give away the Sun , or the common Air we breath , and onely enjoy by permission . Whoever loves , approaches nearest to the Deity , and , like the Deity , makes this his only business , To do good . No less therefore than they who boast corporeal Strength , do they who prevail in Vigour of Minde , feel in themselves the titillations of generation , that is to say , of Speaking and VVriting , which are the travails of the Brain , and a chast desire to propagate Virtue . For the wrestling Inward Soul , and throbbing Spirits , compel fruitful Capacities to powre themselves forth , as the inward heat of Fountains forces up the boyling water . So far is Love from proceeding of VVant , that it rather seems to be Opulency it self , whose chiefest aim is the relief of Nature ; unless any one will account the Remedies Distempers , because they are joyn'd with the diseases . VVe are to complain of the distresses and straits of Nature , since Love has indulg'd us this noble Commerce of Humane Kinde , whereby every one delivers himself , and takes another ; and whatever is divine in another , he transfers into his own Coffers : the Heir to anothers wealth , and supplying his wants from the abundance of his female Friend . And yet I am deceived , or there is no Traffick in Friendship , neither is this the true Rule of Love , Love that thou maist be beloved . Gratis , and not in hopes of Gain , we give freely away to another , this same Thing , whatever we are ; yet with a desire of communicating , though it be our hap to change . For what more liberal and free Examples of Loving , than those of God and Parents ? VVhose Affections , above all Gratitude , can only be ador'd , but never retaliated . Yet where all endeavour of Gratitude might well be adjudg'd malapert and impossible , there are some glimpses of a submissive return , while the VVorshipper of a Deity makes him in some measure to be a God by Adoration . And who from his Parents receives a short use of Life , repays him with a posthumous being , no less the Heir than Guardian of his transmitted Soul. Behold the Vine , more truely Cupid's than Bacchus's tree , how with a thousand Arms , a thousand Embraces , it courts the Oak her Husband , to the end she may afford to him , by whom she is supported , a more plentiful Ornament and Succour . She loads him with no other burthens than juicie Pearls , and shade to defend from the Injuries of the weather him that sustains her . Love never seeks , but brings assistance . So that it is a mark of Grandeur , and the grand Difference of those above , more willingly , more gladly to love , than be beloved . Hence then , you who believe , that like the feeble beasts , men only propagate for safety , rather than for Friendships sake . Know , that Love , whom once you thought a Boy , is now grown up to Maturity . Know , that to these Mysteries whatever is infirm , or of weak and tender years , is forbidden to approach . Neither Children , nor Old-men , nor above all , any of perverse and froward Disposition , are to serve under Cupid's Banners . What an inequality of Combat is that , where it will be a shame either to vanquish or overcome , where to flie will be more honourable ? What League or Commerce can there be between those , who have nothing in common but only this , That they live ? And why should that wanton Age be admitted , that changes Companions like the Sports it uses ? In whom not to understand the Causes of Love and Hatred , is the Merit of their Innocence , and a Vertue deserving Pity ? Which as it renders to all Parents equal Duty and Affection , deserves for that reason their Parents Indulgence . What should we do with that other over-rigid fag-end of Life , no less troublesom to its self than others ? That Age which only doats upon a Staff , and takes a piece of Wood for a Man , to support himself ; who is as often angry as his Gout rages , and querulously imputes his Diseases , as Crimes , to his Friend ? Who with a Minde , as trembling and shivering as his Body , suspects all People and all Sexes . He fears all Kindnesses , as devices to ensnare him . To seek to please him , is to act the Surgeon , and embalm the dead . He envies me the Sports of Youth , or else corrects them according to the Exemplar of his past Life . He blames my actions , that he may applaud his own , too neerly my Rival . You 'd think him crazed , to hear him repeat the Stories of his Youth , and make his own Epitaphs . Nay , he continually chides and bauls at me , because I am not as old as he , that we may dye together . I seem to stand before a Magistrate , not a Companion . What man , more cruel than Mezentius , would espouse dead Carcases to warm Embraces ? or disturb the Pleasures of Life with maundring Counsel and unseasonable Advice ? What unequal Judge is that , who would command me to live backward with a man of another Age ? VVith whom to live in familiarity , is a Crime ; to reverence , is to proscribe him without the bounds of Love and Laws of Humanity , by a kinde of Canonization . To whom this only remains , to intrigue themselves with the Amours of others , to intermix their Precepts and Directions like Philters , to teach and wish . For these poor Creatures only twinkle like an expiring Snuff ; they live only to shew they have lived ; and usurp the Torches of Hymen , to grace their Funeral-Pomp , and light 'em to their Graves . But when Youth and Beauty court each other , there is the perfection of delight . For true Love is a desire of real Beauty ; which real Beauty is not humane and mortal , but immortal and divine . So that they who associate with this divine Beauty , live not in this world , but as it were in Heaven , like so many Deities . For they are a sort of Deities , who despise mortal things as divine ; and aspire to divine things as mortal . Now for a Man to love a beautiful Woman , is not to love another , but in part to love himself , or rather the other half of himself . For Man at first had two Faces , four Hands , four Feet , and all other Members alike ; but afterwards he was divided into two Sexes , as now he remains , by Jupiter , against whom he adventur'd to rebel . But misliking this Separation , and willing to return to his first estate , as they rose upon their feet , both the halves closed together again , as they have done ever since ; and this is called loving and being loved . For when a Man loves a Woman , he seeks his other half ; and the same thing do Women , when they fix their Affections upon Men. However , this is the supreme Office of Reason , to make a right choice of Disposition and Conditions ; to choose a Companion with whom we are sure to live with more delight than with our selves ; whose judgment we may be sure to follow as our own : or else to stay till we can finde a proper Object of Love. Then also so to love , like one who is guided by Judgment , not carried away by Passion ; like one so far from ceasing , that he is always beginning to Love. This is to joyn Patience with Constancy . This is to receive the Idea more fairly imprinted in the Minde , than in Wax , and to preserve more stedfastly . 'T is the Office of Vertue , to determine upon one measure of wishing ; to covet a disposition and inclination like his own , through all the changes of Fortune ; and so to make two of one , that they may act the same person . They are to be such , as of necessity ought to have the same Will , having no other Desires but what are virtuous and noble . There ought also to be an exact Communion , because they are to impart the Virtues which they possess , without Envy ; and therefore eagerly desire to communicate the Riches of the Minde . It being the part of a candid Soul , like the Light of Heaven , to lavish it self with a perpetual Prodigality . It is a firmer Bond , than the Stoic's Chain of the Fates , which creates the alliance of Souls , not so much to have the same Parent , as to have the same Original of Life , that is to say , Reason ; and which has a more vital vigour to be fill'd with the same honest Affections , rather than with the same Blood : that the Heart should be smitten with the same Desires , rather than that the Arteries should spin the same Spirits . 'T is a small thing to believe the same Soul , only somewhat separated in two Bodies , to have the same Thoughts in two Minds . There can be no distraction of thoghts , where there is nothing left to make a distinction of Two. For whatever distinguishes , at length separates ; nay sometimes propinquity of Alliance begets a fiercer Enmity , which often happens among half Kindred . In vain do Vices imitate the leagues and ties of Friendship , as they endeavour to ape several other acts of Vertues . In vicious men , to have the same Delights , as well as to have the same Mistresses , kindles Hatred out of Love. To have the same Benefits , ( though this sounds more religiously , than to have the same Parents ) ill grounded upon familiarity , feeds Envy ; and begets louder brawls , than those of Crows or Coheirs , that mutually prey upon each other . There are none that will envy them , but admire how they came together : rather they will deny any Complacency between them , but only as it fares with those that sail both in one Ship , whom Fears and Dangers knit together ; who are no sooner come ashoar , but their Friendship shipwracks , as if they had met with a Land-storm ; and their affection to Trade rather than Friendship , separates some one way , some another . With what Fidelity can they agree with others , whom nothing of Kindness , but a loathing of themselves , have constrained to this custome of Society ? With much ado they endure themselves , and strive to shun themselves among the Croud ; not out of any delight , but to ease themselves as much as lies in their power . For who can please them , who are displeased with themselves ? Who abominate undefil'd conditions , and unlike their own , and dread them , as the Guilty do the Seat of Justice . Emulous manners ( as if they fear'd to be try'd by Imitation ) as Rivals , lest they should be excluded , they utterly exclude , and like the deformed , fly the sight of the Mirrour . This is the first punishment of Improbity , by her own Sentence to be condemn'd among men to the most desert of Solitudes , and unfaithfull Society : with much labour to act all things in vain ; by Obsequiousness to purchase the favour of others ; to let out his mercenary Soul to Flattery ; diligently to court his Friends , but no otherwise than as we clean our shoes , and take care of our Cattle , that they be the more serviceable to us : to toil for his own sake , to meet with Ingratitude in the midst of his profusion ; and among all these Allurements of Fortune , to fear and doubt , and be tormented with a hatred and loathing of himself . Who would chuse him for his other self , whom he sees to be his Adversary ? Or who would accept the severe Favour of him , whom he cannot love with the same Affection as he loves himself ? Whose most serene looks , like those of Mars or Fortune , he ought to fear ; and timorously enjoy his own Joys as snares , or Pleasures perishing with the next Sun and Winde . Methinks I see Twins at strife with each other , the Embraces of Wrestlers , the Countenances of Divorcements ; contrary flights , always avoyding each other . Hence , thou Prodigy of Venus ; Nature abhors those more than Monsters , being the Copulations and mixtures of Creatures of various kinds : Who like the antient Emperours , Married solemnly for a time ; but when the humour was over , dissolved their Nuptials , and renewed their Divorces as often as the heat of their desire cool'd . Whose Favours continue but the short space of a Banquet , which presently dismisses the Guests when their Bellies are full : Who are altogether ignorant of what they so eagerly desire ; an accidental Affection , springing from the Rage of Desire , as Venus formerly from the rage of the Sea. Sustain'd by the Drunkenness of Errour , but voluntarily condemn'd , so soon as they come to themselves . I may say indeed , that whosoever loves through violence of Passion or Distemper , may be thought to burn and rage like men in Feverish Fits , but never truely to consent , or harmoniously to agree . It was not for the maintenance of Luxury , but for the Instruction of the world , that Nature , like Lycurgus , provided by a more severe Edict , that no person should be without his Friend . Prudently done , that the same Necessity should be imposed upon us , of Living and Loving ; and that the same Heat should cherish and inflame the Hearts of Men. Thus the Epicureans , who could think themselves secure without the Protection of the Gods , could not live without Love , the Fear and Religion whereof render'd their Lives more pleasant . So prone we are rather to feign than confess a Deity . And because it is natural to us , to be acted by the Instinct of Love and Piety ; by the same Zeal of Superstition , lest we should want an Object of Veneration , we adopt into our Friendship Dogs , Cats , and whatever idle Egypt worshipt . Nay , for want of Woers , the impatient Gellia commits Adultery with her own reflexion in the Looking-Glass ; and what Egypt would have been asham'd of , a more filthy creature than all the Monsters of Nile , she falls in lustful Love with her self : in this only to be pardon'd , for that the same Madness possesses all Mortals , rather to love insipidly than not at all . Other Affections , being either at our own disposal , or wasting with their own violence , easily vanish . Grief , if it doth not give way to Reason , yields to Time or Hatred . Hatred itself reproach'd by crabbed Choler , or stifled by Fear , grows first of all displeasing to it self . Fear also , if other Remedies are wanting , may be oppressed by the evils themselves ; and overcome by its own weight , may be cured by Insensibility . Anger also , the fiercest of all the Passions , tamely changes into a kinde of Clemency ; or being satisfied , buries its fury in the wound . This is the only Passion that riots in Adversity , and wantonizes in Oppression : not born , like the rest , to be extinguish'd ; but being content to cease , it passes into Necessity and a voluntary Fate . Spontaneously it disrobes it self of that Liberty , which it has consum'd in choosing that , which with a perpetual desire it may both possess and prosecute : what is distastful , it may at some time utterly hate . For what shame or curb can there be upon Desire , whose wishes though erroneous , yet with an ingenuous Errour , aspire to what they think the noblest of all things ? He is also esteemed the most unworthy , who is not mad beyond all measure ; who coveting more , still thinks he covets not enough ; and more enjoying , believes he enjoys not enough ; in vain applauding himself as always happy . So it is , Nature has by the same Edict ordained , that we should love none , or not the best . The first of which is , with an inhumane Pride to condemn all humane Kinde . The other is the worst sort of Parricide , to make away with himself ; who having the choice of Life , who being the Arbiter of his own Nativity , when it is in his power to create himself anew in another , had rather perish . There is but one Kingdome of the Heart , like that of Alexander , which is due to the best ; whom to finde out , is well worth the labour of Life . A person endow'd with all the perfections of Humanity , adorn'd with the whole Hyperbole of Vertue , which we may either meet with or feign ; which man has only the liberty to know , not to possess . Such an one , that when we have form'd in our impossible Wishes , we shall finde at length to be , either an Idea or a Deity . But now you 'll say , we have imagined one too worthy , as to be above being lawful to be beloved , as being only fit for Adoration . That which is worthy of Love , is more worthy of being worship'd . These flames are only due to Altars . Nature indulg'd this desire , which she is not able to satisfie , as a reproach to her self . But lest that should become a Torment , which she intended as one of her chiefest Graces ; whatever is wanting in the things themselves , she would have supplied by our Imagination and Opinion , that at least we may be happy in our Frenzy . We are deluded by the supposititious Fucus or false colouring of Beauty , and are deceived , before we seem happy . Like Pigmaleon , we fall in love with the Statue which we have made , not believing it to be carved , but begotten . Deluded by the Darkness of our own Mist , we embrace our Cloud for Juno : and it delights us to be deceived . So natural it is to Humanity to fail , to erre and be beguil'd . The Imposture is not put upon our Misfortunes , but upon our Wishes ; to the end the Deceit may more gainfully delight than the juggles of Accomptants , and enrich with a specious sort of Gain . For that indeed we are more certainly happy in our Credulity , and as it happens among many , we are richer in the fame and opinion of our Wealth , than in the ampleness of our Fortunes . Most auspicious Gifts , not of Fortune , but of Imagination ! Oh Prodigie of Riches never to be foregone , as oft as we think it requisite to be angry with the Gods , or jeast with Fortune ! Which no Violence nor no other opinion can ravish from us , but only to supply us with more . Let it be so , let Variety delight Opinion , as the Sister of Fortune or Nature ; yet shall she not admit Monsters for varieties sake . She does not wantonnize in this Levity , but strives to supply the defect of things . For the Vicissitudes of Affections and things , are composed for Solace and Remedy , not for nice inspection . 'T is not mans fault , but the Reproach and Infelicity of Nature , that we reprehend the wandering and alternative humours of Love. That put off their old Friends , like their old Cloaths ; that slightly taste Men , as Bees do Flowers . To whom because we propound a Sceptical Love , it cannot be thought Inconstancy , but Judgment , to wander with delight , and sip from all Plants , that of which they can never finde enough . There is nothing that deserves a long Embrace . Those things we so much boast of , are not Vertues , but the shadows of Vertue : which like Pictures that are to be lookt on at a distance , will not endure a near , a close survey . The whole name of Constancy is not so much worth , that I should not admire clearer Merits ; that I should not regard the greater Stars , because I was once born under lesser ; that I should love my Diseases and Distempers , lest I should be said to have changed my former Condition ; that I should submit to Chance , or what more often erres , my own Judgment , as to a certain Destiny . Suffer me , pray now , more vehemently to admire these particles of a Diviner Genius , which first astonish'd me in thee , grown to a riper perfection in another . Permit those progresses in Love , which thou thy self hast begot , cherish'd up . Thou who hast taught me to prefer the candor of the Minde , before the Snow of Lillies ; and rude Sincerity , before soft but over-foolish Courtesie , hast now taught me , upon the sight of a brighter splendour , to despise thee ; unless from thence I may not seem so much to contemn , as to adore thee , under a most illustrious Image . Thus lesser Tapers are not extinguished , but out-shone ; and less Stars for shame abscond themselves , when a more splendid Constellation rises . Why dost thou invoke the Faith of Gods and Men ? Thou art belov'd by me on this condition , while thou either art , or seemest to me to be beyond compare , the best of all . Behold the insensible Love-sports of Nature ! behold how she has excited the worst of all her pieces to workmanship to the best of Actions , out of an admiration of a more excellent Beauty . It was the Will of Nature , conscious to her self of Injury , and shameful sloath , which oftner brings forth Abortives , than perfect Births : and therefore she has endued them with an Operative Faculty , to enable them to come nearer their Idea's , and owe their own polishing to themselves . Hence the Marigold , though fixed in the Earth , follows the flight of the Sun ; and sucking in his Beams with a greedy appetite , becomes a vegetable Star. With the same emulous Ardour while the Stones imbibe the Ethereal flames , they receive a congealed Brightness and solid Light ; and they that were the excrements of a hard and rigid heap , become Jewels , and shine no less in the Rock , than in the Lovers Rings . By this alluring Art , while the Ocean admits as well the Image as the Motion of the Moon , it seems to correspond with the Intelligence of the Celestial Orb. By this lovely Envy , while Iron is drawn away , as it were with admiration of the Magnet , by and by becomes the Magnet it self ; it exercises all its Operations , and draws , as it was drawn before . Though Philosophers were wanting , we have the Mathematical waves , that tell us of the Eclipses of the Moon , more certainly than the Ephemerides . We have your Astronomer-Flowers , that teach us the Motion of the Sun , and instead of Dyals , shew us the time of the Day . And though there were no Spectators of this Theatre , yet is universal Nature ravish'd with a Veneration of it self : And as both the Eyes of the World , so both Worlds contemplate and feed themselves with the mutual sight of each other . Nature hath ever provided for her affairs , by committing the World to the Guardianship of Love ; so that an idle Deity may be either denied or contemned . But when other things are so order'd , as to receive and want , only Man knows how to love . In those things she has only rough drawn an imperfect Affection , to practise in lesser things , what she intended to bring to perfection in Man. Though I confess this Affection of men hath the same original and growth , as man himself ; being as it were at several births endow'd with Life , Sense and Reason . For Love at first unfeather'd , creeps along by the instinct of formless Sympathy ; then it comes to use the wings of Desire ; after that it matures to Manhood , becomes Reason , which was before the violence of Passion , or the weight of the predominant Element . For while the Infant-heat sits brooding in the Heart , ere it has hatch'd the panting sparks , Desire dares hardly give credit to itself . When the new-wounded Heart , uncertain of the Smiters hand , or of the hurt itself , feels the pains of Infants , when their Teeth first cut their Gums : but when Desire encreasing , they begin to kiss and bill , then Ring-doves you behold , not Men : When in wanton Contentions they make their Amorous moans , then you hear the Turtles voice , who being by Nature compos'd to Kindness , with a harmless Affection prosecute their innocent Loves , while Dolphins and Lizzards prefer humane kinde . But a more generous Passion seizes Men whose flames are of full maturity , though blinde enough perhaps . By this blinde force , like the Idalian Doves with their eyes sealed up , we are carried upward , and ignorantly strive with all our might to reach Heaven , as our Nest. In this manner do the very Vices of Lovers shew a nature covetous of Divinity , and the very Errours of this Affection breathe somwhat immortal . So that that more impure Desire which derides the Nuptials of the Virtues , and the Copulation of Mindes , that seeks for something to fill its embraces , and worships Venus , though threatning Storms and Shipwrack to its Nativity , seems to be inflam'd not so much with the Tapers of Hymen , as with the desire of Eternity ; while it so eagerly seeks to survive itself , and by a continued series ▪ of Succession to survive itself . He , whom a Supper makes thee his Friend , and a Morsel causes to sawn upon thee like a Beast , who loves thy Dainties , not thee : He that values Man , as he values his Farm , and exercises mercenary Love with a trafficking Soul ; the one makes use of Love like Money , but the Money of the Gods , by means whereof we traffick with Heaven , and enrich ourselves with Divinity ; the other enjoys his Love for the advantage of Luxury and Banquets : for Love is accounted the Nectar of the Gods. Both certainly with less Covetousness provide for their own advantage , whether he that seeks for a Patrimony , or for food out of Affection , than he who with a liberal Minde hastens to give away perishing Riches , and to transfer them out of the reach of Fortune or Fate , before they are quite decay'd . Who though he expect no return of Gratitude , yet carries off a vast gain , which is , That he hath done a Kindness ; So that although he gave greatly away , yet his recompence is much larger , that is , Vertue . Great Gifts , and such as Modesty almost forbids us to receive , are more profitable to the Donor , either because they render him the more rever'd , as from whom little things are not expected ; or because he bestows a Benefit more necessary than that of Jove , or the Sun itself ; as from whom Benefits are lookt upon as Debts , paid by him out of Duty and Custome ; whose Munificence is such , as if he intended to loose the benefit of Thanks , through the largeness and frequency of his Bounty . What shall I think of him , that seeks to please , and not to love ? Whom I visit like a Summer-tree , which affords me leasure and shade , but of no use in the depth of Winter ; to whom we that love more severely , are often us'd : thunder out this Saying , The name of Friend , like that of Wife , is a name of Dignity , not of Pleasure . Thou hast invented a new Delight , beyond that of embracing . By this sort of Wantonness , worse than that of the Stews , thou hast deflowr'd Love it self . Diligently to please , is the Art of Flatterers , and the alluring venome of Harlotrie Society : Splendidly to entertain , is the Intrigue of those that fish for their own ends ; to soothe with Bribes ▪ the common trick of Suitors ; the Rudiment of loving , not the life of Lovers . Far be it from us to believe him to be a Friend , whom while we desire , he is a torment to us ; when we enjoy him , irksome . Yet they are not far out of the way , who believe all Lovers inhabit Elysium , and that Flowers spring up , wherere they tread . There are no other Joys in Heaven , than to Love and be Belov'd ; no other upon Earth . That divine Flame which makes the Empyreum , and is to be the Happiness of our future Life , shall be the only Solace of this . All other things we suffer ; those only we enjoy , which we pluck up by force with our wishes , which we chuse , and for whose sake we endure all other Hardships . In Storms we see the Brethren Twins , with an earnest gladness rejoycing together , and bringing no less liquid Joys to the Saylors than to themselves ; but having joyn'd their Lights , they loose themselves in their Embraces , and become Twins again . We have seen the Favourites of Venus encompass'd with a Cloud , like young Brides under their silken Veils , led to their wishes with a more secret Triumph . We confess , there is in Love something more potent than Misery , more Majestical than Honour , more splendid than Riches , more delightful than Pleasure ; for whose sake we despise all those things ; for whose sake on the other side we do not contemn , but have those things in Veneration . It enjoys that Priviledge of Majesty , that no Ignominy can touch it : rather it frees from Infamy , and renders glorious the very stains and blemishes of Life . Hence it comes to pass , that the Thirteenth Labour of Hercules is so much applauded , and that it is reckon'd among his praise-worthy deeds to have handled a Distaff , as well as brandish'd his Club ; wherewith , after he had vanquish'd all other wilde Beasts , it remain'd for him to tame that Monster Woman . Why do we admire those immaculate Rays of Phoebus , since the Tapers of Hymen give a lustre to sordid things , being never themselves defil'd ? Why does the famish'd Soul so sollicitously seek Divinity in things below , if it bring Divinity along with it ? And indeed whatever we love , all that is Deity ; Whatever thou desirest is Jupiter . How ? Does Jupiter buy and sell for that sordid person stampt all over , that admits no Companion without a Dowry ? Yes ; but Jupiter thundering under the shape of Gold , and the Deity converted into a Price . How , Does Jupiter itch with a libidinous Desire ? Yes ; but Jupiter in the shape of a Satyr , and the Deity converted into Semeleian flames . Jupiter invites himself to Supper ; but Jupiter lurking under the soft Down of a beautiful Swan . Jupiter is luxurious , but 't is the Ganymedean Iupiter , bedew'd with Nectar and Ambrosia . The Poets were not altogether deceived . Our Loves and Amours , not those of Jupiter , transform'd the Deity into these conceited Disfigurements . But because volatile and wandering Love is never at a stay till it come to the top , or pleasingly discern'd , believes itself there arriv'd , when it is always the companion of the chiefest Good ; or as if it were the chiefest , it ought to acquiesce in this one thing , and travel earnestly toward this , as Souls covet Heaven , or Fire the Center . He will have no leasure to tend the Allurements of new Felicity , if there be any such : He will not endure to love another , nor so much as himself ; he will complain that he is below his own desires , and so overmuch wanting to that which fills and wearies with overmuch desire ; and after he has wholly set his minde upon one , yet cannot finde he has done enough , it remains that he must be cruel to all , but Stoics and Monks . Hence Monster of Syracuse , who invented a new Tyranny , a third degree of Friendship . Who could not endure to murder a pair of Friends , but endeavoured to separate them ; and to intercept the Fidelity which he had emulated , of a Tyrant , being become a Rival . Tell me , Tyrant , if thou cam'st a threefold Lover to these Twins , which wouldst thou first receive into thy Bosome ? If thou challengest the equal Embraces of both : Suppose one of them to be led to Death , which wouldst thou choose , to dye with the one , or live with the other ? I finde thee at a loss , like a piece of Iron between two Loadstones , detain'd from both , upon the confines of the two Elections . Foolishly thou desir'st to live and dye both at a time . Equality of Affection amuses a Lover about to adhere to neither , yet to both . The one expects thy tears , the other would have thee laugh . Toward the one over-faithful and officious , toward the other impious . So that the Minde thus torn in several pieces , like Metius , deservedly merits the punishment of Metius for its Perjury . Consider well Loves Dominion , or his Submission ( for certainly these new Eteocle's and Polynice's , command and obey by turns ) there is in both somwhat singular , they will not admit of two Masters . If thou supposest Love to be a God , he has but one Heaven . If Fire , Fire has but one Sphere . If Death , the Gods forbid us to expire often ; and not above once to deposite our Souls in the bosome of another , having allow'd us but once to live . If thou callest a Lover the Representation , Coin , or Seal of the Party beloved , which take their form and price from the Image ; the Mirrour can be enliven'd but with one Effigies at a time ; the Coin is to carry the Face but of one Lord or Prince ; the Seal closes up the Epistle to all but one . But if in Friendship you look upon the Marriage of Souls , it would be a great Crime to admit Polygamy in male Amours ; to wed a new one , having married a former , and commit Adultery with his Friend . Does this Affection then , which has distinguish'd Humane Society from the herding of Beasts , bring Men about again to Stoic Barbarism , which is the contempt of all men ? Must the the rest of Mankinde be hated , to love one ? Heavens forbid . There is nothing more kinde , nothing more benigne than Friendship and Philosophy , nothing more the support of the World ( except the Deity . ) Minds already soft , easie , and prone to Affability , behave themselves without Severity or Perversness to all others . They diffuse their beams like Phoebus , who guilds Rhodes with a more peculiar Light. The party beloved is dedicated to the Lover , no otherwise than a Book ; sent to one , but to be read by all . We congratulate those candid Souls , who like the Gods , cherish with their favourable Influence , not one person , but all humane Kinde . Who like our first Parents , look upon all Nations as one Family ; or as if their Minds were equal to the extent of the Terrestrial Globe , love all the World as their native Country . But this we do not call Friendship , but a certain Benevolence , and uncertain Humanity . Neither do we blame this , or receive it with less candour , than what we practise towards Enemies ; but we would restrain those luxurious and Court-like Affections , that pride themselves in number of Salutes , and bands of Followers ; that hunt after these Ensignes as well of Grandeur as Vertue , sweating in the crouds of their Retainers . But it is the humour of your haughty Ladies , and suspected for their Chastity , by a dissembled Obsequiousness to lye in wait for the Affections of others ; merry toward all , but kinde onely to one ; to give nods of distinction sometimes to one , sometimes to another ; to distribute up and down their alluring Looks ; to scatter and divide their enticing Smiles ; lastly , as it were to swoon away ; and having caught the prey , to withdraw both the bait and the allurement . A most wicked sort of Pride , to number the herds of Lovers among Female Riches and the Revenues of Beauty . But because he cannot endure to love less , and more he cannot love , whoever is inflam'd to the highest with a genuine fire ; nor is it enough for him to labour under a disgust of others , unless he also loath himself ; denying the division of his flames as well to himself , as to others ; therefore he freezes within his own proper Sphere , and in the midst of those fires wherein he breaths , grows stark and benumm'd , like the cold Salamander . For that his Soul , being altogether departed from , and forgetful of its self , he fears all things in his Friends behalf , in regard of himself , nothing , but only lest he should fail in any part of his duty . While he deceives himself , he is wise for another , and submits himself to Fate , or to a better Guardianship , the Providence of his Friend . Who on the other side , alternatively takes care of him , fears , and provides against Danger . He like an assisting Soul appoints him a Minde , that he may seem to approach the regiment of Heaven , which is govern'd by an Intelligence : Because , I say , whoever adopts himself to another , abjures himself , and as one deceased , delivers himself up to Oblivion ; and as it is but reason , esteems him only dear , with whom , as youngest born , he lives a more lively Life , and like a pallid Shade abides and sports about his Body . Whoever he were that was the Doctor of Amours , he established for an unjust measure of Affections , the Love of himself ; and idly proposed our selves to our selves , as Exemplars of Loving . How little is every one to himself ? Who is he , not enslav'd to his own Desires , or infected with his own Customs , that lives less for another , than for himself ? Neither does this Precept spring from our Vices , but from our Vertues , that we should be assistant and serviceable to others . Some Vertues are severe toward the Professour ; and they serve with us , that under others merit generous Stipends . That Modesty , which dictates reproaches to its self , and abhors all sorts of Scarlet but that of a chast and humble Lip , obstinately vaunts the Praises of another , and translates the Honours due to its self . Ambition that toyls under another name , meets with the Titles of Candor and Fidelity . That Brass and Iron which surrounds the breast , only forms man into a shield for others ; that he may be able to endure the blows , which he labours to ward from others . No man dies in the defence of himself , lest he should dye ; but to prevent the fate of Parents , Children , or some other Friend . What have I said , no man dyes ? No man lives for his own sake . If then so much Gallantry , on this side Friendship , proceed from bare Vertue and Nature it self , certainly Friendship should not impose any other Law upon Good Will , but only this , Not to know the measure , or to prefix other limits , than what the Desires of Lovers designe . Let no man love who governs his Affection , but will not be govern'd ; who loves cautiously according to rule , as if he were about to hate . Some one may love naturally ; no man truely loves , who answers his Lover according to proportion , and as it were loves by weight . Long Veneration keeps me in suspense , as a confused Lover , that has wasted his Sight with beholding a Divine Form , uncertain which part of noble Beauty first to admire . Yet has he made such a progress , as to admire his own amazement , and to give the chief honour to every particular Feature ; and to assent to all , though praising distinct parts , and various in their judgments . I hear Dionysius defining Love to be a Circle returning from Good , through Good , to Good again . Hence I acknowledge Rings to be not only Pledges , but the Hieroglyphicks of Love. This Circle seems to be expressed by the perpetual heat of Lovers , that whirls round with the Blood like an Orbicular motion ; such is that Ethereal fire , where the immortal flame both feeds and satisfies it self . Who loves what he has loved , moves Spherically in his own footsteps : And he that loves only that he may love , revolves to himself , and there meets himself , and closes the Circle . I hear Aristophanes , and readily assent , who affirms , that the main Mystery of Love , is to be reduced to the same from whence we were . For we see in Natural Motion , how all things run back to their first Principles . By the Law of Nature we wholly employ the Faculties of our Souls in the service of those from whom we received 'em ; and by a certain series of Piety , and gradation of Affinity , we reverence those names of Country , Parents , God , as more dear than our Lives . I know not whether I may call a Man-lover blinde and incestuous , or provident and holy , who is always deeply in love with something of his Original , and therefore prosecutes his Parents with a pious flame . Neither is he much out of the way , who takes for his Parent the person from whom he gains a new lot of Life ; and renews his Nativity at the noble price of his Piety . But you , O Thales , and you , O Empedocles , the one leaping into the Water , the other into the Fire ; the one by chance , the other advisedly ; both of ye made too much haste to dissolve not only Philosophy , but the Philosophers themselves into their first Principles , and to plunge the vital Particles of Souls in their first Elements . Yet thus the Errours of Philosophers excuse the Errours of the Affections ; and while famish'd Souls , like famish'd Bodies , are nourish'd with those things of which they consist , you would swear that the liquid Soul were infus'd into great Drinkers , the bloody Soul into Tyrants . You would say that sordid people were newly come out of the mud ; that the barbarous Stoicks were only the Statues of men , hewn out of the cold Stone . If we suppose that familiar and well-acquainted Souls are sent again into the world , not without a divorce from the common Seminary of Souls , or the conjoyn'd Mansion of formerly Double-bodied Man ; we finde this in some measure to be true , by the eager endeavours of the Parts of dissected Worms to meet together again ; as also by this , that we see some persons at first sight , rushing into each others Embraces , as if they had remember'd their former Fellowship . How did the Platonic transmigrate all into Memory , when he taught ▪ that to Love and Philosophize was but to remember ! Indeed , to him who believes that to Love is the same thing as to Philosophize , this is no more than to excite those Souls slid down from Heaven , together with their Bodies , to a perpetual Contemplation of Heaven , and to breathe with a continual desire of Eternity . This is that , I know not what Ardour , which begetting in Mortals , always in Emulation with the Gods , both a loathing of their condition , and means to remedy it ; hastens to put off the most frail part of man. Hence furnish'd with many eyes , what the Sun cannot do , we behold both ends of the Earth at one time . Hence it was that Amphitryo could look after his House and his Camp at once . Hence it is , that without any limit of time or space , we live a posthumous Life , either by our Friends the Guardians of our transmitted Souls , or our Children , Heirs of our transmitted Lives . Plato prevents the wonderer at these things , with a nearer Experiment ; for this same Platonic affirms , that this same Cupid is a desire of enjoying and forming Beauty in a fair Object . Fain , indeed , we would enjoy , not with a fruitless delight always woe and contemplate , that by an addition of Splendour , as by the meeting of a Star in Conjunction , the Influence may be the greater , and that so the Star may become a Constellation . Therefore as Pictures , so the Countenances of extraordinary Majesty , flattering beyond our humane condition , affect the Beholders with a certain pleasure , but with no desire . And that same portion of Beauty , which recreates the Eyes with that same delicacy of Symmetry and Colour , after death shall meet with more Spectators than Lovers . Nothing wither'd , or dead , can move living Affections ; neither is the pleasure of enjoying , greater than that of forming pleasure . Lust is from Nature , which indulges this Art as well to the Minde as to the Countenance , that where e're it should fix its sight , it might expunge it self . Therefore all Beauty loves a Mirrour ; and lest there should want a Spectator , seeks its self , beholding its own reflexion . I call thee to witness , noble Socrates , the Master both of Love and Sanctity ; who dost the same as a Philosopher , which the Statuary did before , both shape and polish men ; though the price not only of the Art , but of the matter , must be enhaunsed . For which reason it was thy Custome to enrol in thy Schools , as in a Nursery of Women , such beautiful Auditors , as Phaedrus and Alcibiades , who might easily imbibe thy Soul , and render thy reflexion more fair : as being more smooth than all the Mirrours in the world , and more apt to take an impression than wax it self . Something there is , whatever it is , which with a Celestial brightness , like that of the Stars , surpasses humane Envy ; but allures Adoration , and ravishes Love to itsself with a specious enticement ; and so certainly , so entirely possesses us , that it will not suffer us to turn our sight upon any other Object . Nothing but what is adorn'd with such beams as these , nothing but what thus draws and smites the Eyes , can dazle and inflame our Mindes . Even our very Vertues flatter us under the lovely shape of Vertue . And as often as we are minded to erre with Nature , as often as we seek among Monsters for something to be adopted into the number of Angels , as well as into humane Society ; this in them appears pleasant and delightful , that they fear no Rival , and serve to shew the incongruous pleasure of Nature in Contrariety . Unless any one will deny , that there is any thing deformed in Nature ; since those Animals , which the Grand Artificer has condemn'd to darkness , retain a certain Beauty in ugliness ; and like Warts and Shadows , set off the rest of the worlds face . For that which less flatters the sight , is not therefore ugly to the Eye ; but may be accompted a rarity , not frequently seen ; which the nicer sort are wont to purchase at any rate . What may not be accompted sacred , when Owls and the most ill-favour'd Creatures have found Adorers ? Where since there is no Deformity , nothing of Hatred remains ; neither is the name of Antipathy admitted , but among the Sects of Philosophers . Wherefore dost thou tell me , among the Documents of Sobriety , how the Colewort shuns the Vine ? Sober , not out of a loathing of Wine , or love of Sobriety , but for thy healths sake . Thus the Wolf devours the Lamb , Fire feeds upon Water , not out of Hatred , but for Self-preservation . Thus Man abhors not Man , but Inhumanity ; and therefore guards himself . Thus we do not envy others their Riches , as offended at 'em , but over-unjustly solicitous for our selves . If there be any Strife of Nature , certainly the Contention is very favourable , and such as founds and raises Common-wealths ; as sociable Thievery , which lays the foundations of its Greatness upon others Losses ; neither can we call these Spoils , but Gifts , by a reciprocal Concession . Severe Love ! If these Wars must be carried on with thy Weapons ; if Helena must be always purchas'd by Rapine and Bloodshed , and Venus be only granted to Mars ? Nevertheless , of so great moment it is for us to perish , that we may please him . Nor do I wonder , when Beauty sets the Gods at odds , if miserable Paris , and the rest of Mortals , prove such vigorous Rivals in the same case . Hence it was that Love , the Parent of all the world , form'd Harmony out of Discord , and coupled Vulcan to Venus , that is to say , Fire to Water ; and made an intertexture of the most disagreeing things in Nature . And when he had fram'd and adorn'd the vast bulk of the Universe , for a more than ordinary Shew , He was the first Admirer of his own work ; and first felt the force of that Beauty , which He himself infus'd . This is that Order , from whence things borrow not their Softness , but their Strength and Ornament together . Beauty seems to me to be nothing else but the Consummation , Flower , and Maturity of every thing . That I take to be beautiful and splendid , which is entirely what it ought to be . The innate Vigour gives Strength and Figure to the Sinews : how the half-concocted Gem sparkles in the unpolish'd mass ! and how the inward juice not only fructifies , but adorns with an Emral-greenness ! Thus we finde a Minde composed within , polishes the outward Countenance ; honest Thoughts , and a Minde incontaminated , adorn the cheeks beyond all the Fucus in the world . The Minde appears through its natural Veil , like the Sun through a Cloud . This is that brightness of an undefiled Minde , that addes a lustre to the members , that by the vertue of Similitude they may be capable to allure Souls to themselves ; till we come to understand this Original Form , to take a nearer view of this Deity : and then we finde the small value of this Image of Clay . For what are those Features of the Face , that busie our Eyes with viewing new Graces , springing every Day ? Which we shew one to another , calling auxiliary Worshippers to aid our praises , though so jealous of Rivals ? Nothing but a Superficies , nothing but meer Colour , a certain reflexion of Lights , a most thin Shadow ; which if we long admire , fades and vanishes while we behold it . What is that bulk and structure of Sinews , built as it were by Rule and Compass ? Alas ! Statues boast a finer skin than men ; and the Palace shews us a more noble Building , than the Master himself . What is that , which is the chiefest grace of our Bodies , which no painting can imitate , I mean Motion ? Were it more soft and equal than that of the Spheres or Time itself , it has only this to patronize its vanity ; that while it pleases , lest it should grow irksome , it passes away , and ceases assoon as it begins . But I seem more than I ought to favour the Errours of Lovers , and the Encomiums of Beauty , who believe all that is thought beautiful in Bodies , to be rather the shadows of Beauty , than the ravings of Imagination , or the false colouring of Opinion . Every where we love that which we suppose to our selves , not what we see . Tell me whence it comes to pass , that the same face which to one seems brighter than the Stars , another meets with dislike . Tell me , why some are allured by the fallacious Softness and Delicacy of the Female Sex ? Why Women are delighted with a manly Fierceness , or , which is more , a careless and stern countenance of Terrour ? Why the little and Diminutive are admired by some ; Why to others the tall Proportion , which fills the Eye , appears most Majestick . I will tell you freely how the business stands . Whatever Figure it be that feeds the eyes , is either imaginary , and of that kinde , that we loose it , when we cease fondly to dream ; or if it be true , unworthy to detain the Soul ; but only it stirs it up , admonishes it , and sends it otherwhere . What ardour of minde can remain in that , which only the Eye enjoys , and which it knows not how to communicate ? For no man whatsoever , the Beauty of the Minde excepted , could ever believe himself to be made beautiful by the view of Handsomness , by a kinde of Contagion . That which abides beneath the Soul , ought certainly to be akin to the Divinity , that is , incorporeal ; much more would we have it be belov'd : though that grace of Body , how little soever it be , is without a bulk , and like our Soul , is seen to reign and wander thorough every part . There is manifestly to be discern'd a flux and splendour of the Soul , or of the Idea , which intermixing itself in the last operation , diffuses itself through all the Arteries , and forming all things to its own likeness , translates an assembled collection of Graces into the Cheeks and Eyes , as to the Center . Here the Boy Cupid has his Throne erected , who cheats the Beholders , and brandishes his enliven'd flames , having besmear'd his Arrows with the wanton Tapers kindled by the Lightning of his Mothers Eyes . Here Love sports away his youthful days ; but when he comes to riper years , he changes both his abode and his Arrows . First possessing a middle Dominion , between the Minde and the Body , upon the confines of both , he innocently deceives the sight : but by and by he takes his flight into the Minde , where he makes use of a pure and Starrie Flame ; or else he descends to the Body , and like a Meteor , deludes it with an impure and drossie splendour . Not to use many Arguments , this one thing will condemn the unhappiness of that Affection , for that it more frequently seizes the absent , than those that are present ; and that sight and enjoyment enforces them either to a Loathing , or to Madness . What Deity thus afflicts the Madness of misguided Cupid ? Who compells him to desire that , which he most amply enjoys ; and what he most eagerly panted after , nauseously to refuse : and sooner to loath himself , than to be satisfied with what he desired ? He confesses , that he sought not these delights , but that being ignorant what he should desire , through the force of a blinde Passion , he fell by accident upon these things . But because these are only the shadows of the thing which the Minde hungers after , it flies greedily to them , as deluded Birds to painted Grapes , though those painted Junkets prove rather its torment than its food . Nevertheless , I acknowledge that these shadows of Beauty will beget the shadows of Love. And as in the Soul we reverence the likeness of God , so in the Body we admire a certain shadow , in both a Deity in similitude , and become the woers of Divinity . For the Minde looks up toward God , as the Eye toward the Sun : From whose Light it obtains this peculiar , that it sees , that there is nothing else available to be seen , nor that it can behold any thing else , beyond the sight of that Object ; the full lustre of whose beams however we are not able to behold : For which reason we rather chuse to fix our Eyes upon the refracted Beams , and clouded splendour , to refresh our selves with shadows and faint delights . Whatever it be , whether a ray of Divinity , a reflexion of the Idea , or an efflux of the Soul , that takes our Eyes and Mindes captive under the Notion of Beauty , it must be something divine , it being only proper to Man to covet and contemplate Beauty . And here I cannot but take notice of those Spectrums of supercilious Severity , who under a form of Sanctity take upon 'em to be pleas'd with nothing ; who condemn all acts of Humanity , as the extravagancies of solid Kindness tending to Luxury ; who would make this God Cupid , the Contriver of Lust and immoderate Desires , and the Author of all manner of Tragick Crimes and Impieties ; whom we finde to be the Match-maker of Immortality , and the Author of Divinity . Herein Love exceeds effeminate Luxury , that where there is no return of thanks , there is the same profit in Love and Liberality ; it has its reward in its self . It is recompence enough to have well deserv'd . But there is that sought for , which is of greater value than all this , to be retaliated with equal love ; where Souls equally heated , intermix their awaken'd flames and light by a mutual collision , in the same manner as Iron is sharpen'd by Iron ; and foster each other by reciprocal generation ; while the Reflexions of two harmonious Hearts answer each to other , like Faces in a Chrystal Fountain . Certainly there is nothing more pleasing than to love or be belov'd , unless it be to love and be belov'd both at one time . For where we love unfortunately , and that Animals are espous'd to our Embraces , as where Zerxes was joyn'd as it were in solemn Matrimony to Plato , Polydorus to a Statue , Lesbia to a Statue , whereby they did not so much desire as undergo a change , and experiment in themselves the Fables of the Poets , finding themselves as it were changed into Trees , Stones and Birds ; it is not our meanest Felicity to feign Discourses , Answers , and frame Delights to our selves , as if we intended to be happy at our own , not at the Will of another . It pleases us to enjoy an Affection , not in vain returning to the Author ; where there is that of Delight still remaining , which is accompted the chiefest in Love ; that we love our Love reciprocally , and like the Sun , enjoy the reflexion of our own heat . Nor does that other chance of being Belov'd , afford less Delight ; but more of Honour . Whence men more extensively court the Affections of others , than they expend their own . This is without the Ensignes of Magistracy or the Scepter , to extend the proper Kingdom of the Gods in the Minds of Men. This shews us vast Felicities and Vertues , and causes us rather to suffer , than render good Offices . Hence are reckoned so many Trophies of thy Vertues , as we finde Retainers following thy Triumphal Chariot . But when the Contest is , who shall render most good Offices ; when it is a Combat of Kindness , not after the fashion of the Court , but with a modest shame to submit , and out of a fear of less well-doing , then is that parity of reciprocal Kindness , which Aristotle dignified with the known Title of Friendship , though giving no Example . Well fare that Equality which Justice , with her Sword and her Ballance , has been long attempting , but Love has easily brought into Custome among Mankinde . Sometimes it happens that the distance of Fortunes or Merits separates Friendship . Jupiter must descend to Earth , and put off his Deity , before he can enjoy the Embraces of Mortals ; Nay , the brute Deity must descend below man , and work his admittance rather by Contempt than Terrour . Semele has sufficiently taught us , how great a punishment it is to admit a Deity to her Bed. The adoration of great people , is only sweet to the ignorant , as approaching nearer to Flattery , than Charity . 'T is our Ambition , not our Friendship , advises us to this , to purchase our selves into the number of Servants , rather than of Friends . But they are both equal , who have captivated each other at the expence of true worth . Sometimes we experiment a more fragrant Ambition , while humble Masters strive to love themselves , and chuse rather to suffer a contempt of Dignity , than a decrease of Candor . Alexander puts off the Emperour , and by Loving , looses what he won by Conquest ; content that Ephestio should reign , upon condition he may be a part of his Kingdom . He bestows upon Ephestio the Flatteries which he receives from others ; while he serves Ephestio , he seems to enjoy more than another World. We all confess that Love is a soothing and restless desire of pleasing them who please us , either by chance , or through their own vertue , or our mistake . It little imports either to Life or Friendship , where the heat first kindled . The Heart moves and throbs never the less for that , continually reverberating our breasts ; and like a double-diligent Importunate , either to tire or force , to deserve or asswage , cherishes Kindnesses with Kindnesses ; and where there is no place for kinde Offices , like one alway rendring something , obliges the Inclinations of the other with a countenance of diligent Obsequiousness , and strives to please with a fear of displeasing . But this he accounts a benefit , to have sometimes displeas'd ; by which means he may either hate or reform his own proceedings . For to be most like to this person , is to be both good and happy : he dives into the most inward Motions of the heart ; performs commands by conjecture , and fulfils them as yet unknown to the Master , before the pangs of labouring desire can come to torment him . Neither shall he ever satisfie himself , though the other has done sufficient : whereby it is apparent , that he who is the Courter , is delighted with those Offices of Kindness , not so much to gain favour , as out of a desire to serve ; as if Man were a Slave , born by nature for that one Mistress . For you must know , that there is the same pedigree and original of Loving , as of Living . Of some certain things there is an order and mutual agreement among themselves , either instituted by Nature , or voluntarily undertaken : of things like or dislike , whereby those are conjoyn'd , those are disunited and parted asunder . But that tye of Blood is the work of chance , nor does it shew any merit of Affection , as being engrafted in our Breasts , we never admit , but ignorantly suffer ; and now so much as it brings of Necessity , so much it imposes of Burthen . Pardon me therefore , if I hold the name of Friends more holy than that of Parents . We owe all that to Love , which we attribute to our Parents ; that is , to be led by the Errour of easie Piety . For out of their mutual Love , not out of any Charity to us , it happens that we come to receive the benefit of this light . Neither does proper Alliance inflame or cherish Domestic Friendship , but Familiarity , and that same sweet Society in Calamities , and reciprocal Kindness in common Miseries . I am deceiv'd , or Lovers are joyn'd together by a more strict alliance , and by a tye so much the straiter , by how much Reason is above Nature . The force of a mans own Will is greater than that of Consanguinity . For every one obeys himself the more stedfastly , by how much he does it with more pleasure , and submits to his own Laws . But both these conspiring together , how promptly and placidly does this Affection sway the Minde , by a tacite consent confederating our Will with Nature ? But O thou least of all the Gods , though greatest of all the Deities , divine Cupid ! It is beneath thy Merits , that the audacious Philosophers and Poets should only feign thee a God. However , thou hast this proper to a Deity , to be unknown , and to receive sacred reproaches from men . He has also this farther property of a God , to lead men by a tacite Influence , so that they obey , though they feel not his Motions ; and to draw others against their Wills : insomuch that all Affections contrary to it , at the beck of his Majesty submit their Services . While he is pleased to jeast , the lofty hang their drooping heads : the brave and stout fear and tremble at the glittering Darts of splendid eyes . The Illiterate Heir of a sudden grows eloquent ; he no longer buys his Love-Songs , but grows enraged himself , and sings her praise . To omit the other Attributes of his Divinity , Love is a Circle eternal , immense , in whom reside those acts of Providence , to Govern and Cherish : wherein I am the more confirm'd , for that Love's Religion strikes an awe upon the very wicked . They court in such a manner , as if they were performing Divine Service : Their Countenances fail , they view their Garments , and compose themselves to all the habits of Reverence . To what intent ? That they may approach their Mistrisses , as so many Altars : Nay , they strive to be decently absent : For whatever we love , we believe to be every where present . She is the Arbitatrix of our Undertakings , the Assistant both of our Vertue and Wit ; the lucky Guide of all our Enterprizes ; from whom he that goes a Voyage begs fair Weather , the Travailer safe Return , the Souldier Victory , and all from her to whom he has devoted the Spoils of his Enemies . Henceforward let it be lawful for Lovers to salute each other with names borrow'd from Heaven , and reverently to sooth one another with those Titles , under which they are wont to worship the Immortal Gods. Neither is there any one who has any reason to envy this Deity , who is so easily pleased without slaughter and bloodshed ; who requires not the fat of beasts , but faithful Adorers for his Victims ; and that he may not want Temples , erects Altars , and kindles Fires in humane breasts , while the God himself converted into fire , seems to take care of his own worship . And thus it is , when a Lover sends forth the sighs of Grief , it seems to me like a certain kinde of Lightning breaking from a Cloud , with a rumbling Thunder , that afterwards vanishes into smoak . While he sweats Tears and boyls his Complaints , I then think upon the burning of Aetna , and Vesuvius vomiting flames in the midst of Snow and clouds of Ashes . When burning with a short ardour , feigned Love sells it self to counterfeit flames , I acknowledge those fictitious Tapers , and vain Meteors , like the wandering Lights of the middle Region . What though Fire serve only for humane Use , and for the worship of the Gods ? What though it not only enlighten , but heat out Wits , so that Bacchus and Apollo may be truely said to derive their Birth from the flames of Love ? What though it rage , where it findes Obstacles in the way , and be nourish'd with Injuries and Offences as with Water ? All this does but shew the properties of the Ethereal Fire , which burns and refreshes ; which being immortal , satisfies itself , and needs no fuel . For Love , contented with it self , is the price of its self ; that being immaculate and inviolable , it expiates and takes away the Crimes which it does not admit , and maintains the Virgin Honours of the Vestal Flame . Lastly , This farther property has the Celestial Fire , that as the uppermost Element , it encompasses the vast Orb for the safeguard of the world . Thus the fire of Love possesses the supremest Creatures , and preserves and closes all the other Affections . In this only unlike , that it descends below its Sphere to cherish and foster all the meaner sort of Creatures with vital Heat . Thus is Love made equal to those two most pure and powerful Beings , God and Fire . But that which is number'd among the Miracles of Love , astonishes us much more ; while we feel a burning Fever creeping up and down , and burning in the midst of our Bowels , and yet nothing appears ; so that while we feel this Subterraneal Heat , yet cannot tell from whence it arises , we deny that we burn . We admire whence it comes to pass , that the Fibres of the Heart , like the strings of two Lutes , so Harmoniously answer one another . To this , like the ignorant Musician , we stand mute , and cry , that those Fibres and Strings were formerly extracted out of the same Entrails . We grant this Maxime to the Physicians , That Motion is a certain consent in Bodies ; finding the same thing to be true in Minds . Nor let us torment our selves with doubting , but confidently aver with Plato , that Love is a Magician . Whence comes it to pass , that Souls by a secret contact conceive the Seeds and first Flames of Desire ? Whence comes it to pass , that Lovers , like Sorceresses , burn and melt away , by the means of Images and little Figures , the Bowels of wasting men ? Whence comes it to pass , that beautiful Eyes , like those of Basilisks , bewitch the Sight , and intermixing beams with beams , knit those Knots , and frame those Chains that binde and fetter the Beholders ? What may I call other than these , those soft Charms by which Endymion call'd down the Moon from Heaven ? What are all those alluring Sobs other than Magic Murmurs , and the Philters of Discourse ? What are Presents other than Charms , which infuse a pleasing Poyson into those that wear them ? I know not whether to admire the forcible Attracts in her that is Beloved , or the vanquishing Arguments of obsequiousness in a Lover ; those Incantations against which there is no Remedy , as against Sorcery , either by way of Curse or Exorcism . Certainly all the whole force of Magic is seated in Love , of which this is said to be one Miracle , mutually to attract and change things by a certain commutation of Nature ; For that the Members of this world , like the Arteries of some great Animal , depending upon the same communion of Nature , are coupled together by a Spirit , that throws it self into the whole Body . By reason of this binding and commerce of things , it secretly comes to pass , that Love by a mutual Attraction of Souls , like a Disease contracted by Contagion , seizes chiefly upon the sound , yet by and by willing to submit to the pleasing Distemper ; while the Captive more severely bindes himself , than findes himself bound in these soft Chains and silken Fetters , and like the Chain itself , is ignorant of the embraces which he enjoys . Methinks I seem rather to suffer than describe the passionate and violent Desires of Lovers , and to act my Argument before I have finish'd it . Before , being gently deluded with Dreams and Apparations , I rather underwent , than described the alternative Fluctuations of a Madness newly enrag'd . But so soon as the lovely Countenance of my Mistress had infected my Blood , not with the rude Image , but with the shadow of the Image ; so soon as it has signed my very Soul , and imprinted its indelible Characters , and possess'd the entire man , no otherwise in my sick Breast , than beneath the toss'd and troubled waves ; an incertain species and shadow , wither'd and meager , which flies the Approacher , and vanishes from my Embraces . Streightway removing gently Cupid's Vail , no sooner does the divine Form of tasted Felicity shew it self , but a troublesom Ignorance begat a care in me of seeking into particulars , what Disposition , what Endowments , what Family , what Pedigree . For this is the first and last of Lovers cares and joys , not only to call to remembrance their former Sports , and rudiments of their Amours ; but also to enquire into the years and worth of the Parents , and to discourse from what noble beginnings their Friendship took its rise . Whither does this first Violence , not only of Nature , but of Reason carry us ! Voluntarily deceived , we not only adore Vertue itself , but whatever carries with it the outside and appearance of Vertue . Sometimes that difficulty , which guards the path of Vertue with a sacred Horrour , and drives away the prophane Vulgar , repels , and yet allures with flatterng Injuries . We more greedily suck the Honey that lies hid among the Stings . Thus it is a kinde of Spur and Encitement to our future Pleasure , to wait at the threshold of a Mistriss , to suffer a repulse from a more unworthy Rival ; and undergo indignities , which cause him to tear his Hair and bite his Lips. Note also , that those are the Allurements of Lovers , which among the shadows of the Vertues are accounted the chiefest . Praises wherewith , as with Incense , the Gods and Men are pacified ; how easily they obtain this property , that while we endeavour to please others , we please our selves ! By what precious Allurements they enable us to please the most chast of Matrons ; who denying to be belov'd , yet covet to seem amiable . Both egregious Arguments of Vertue . But there is more of certainty in praising than being prais'd . For the undeserving are wont to be most praised , and most desire it , as the deformed covet Fucus's . But no man can truely praise , but he that is praise-worthy himself . The same thing does he , or at least would do , that seeks renown by other mens deeds ; as he that erects a Statue to himself , erects a Monument of Vertue . For this is not to exercise , but to admire and worship Vertue , as a high desert . These are the Darts of Cupid feather'd with his own Wings , which while they gently seem to stroke , wound more severely . We are so much men of Glory , and creatures of Vertue , that I am doubtful , whether I ought to confess , that among the Vertues , we diligently regard those which are profitable ; that is , which exercise and invite Humanity , as Modesty and Equity ; or those which govern and preserve Humanity , as Fortitude and Munificence . But as Emulation is to the rest of the Vertues , so Munificence knits our Affections together . Though his Merit is accounted greatest , by how much there is the less of Desert in the receiver . For all which we ought to be beholding to Favour , and not to Judgment , which for our sake would cast Contumely upon the Well-doer . To this Munificence thus awaken'd , that Liberality answers which is bred in the breast of every one . And though perhaps at first it had an unjust esteem of the Donor , because of the Benefits ; yet by and by it loves the Gifts for the Authors sake , who extended that indulgent minde of Houshold-gods and Parents , beyond the verge of his own Family , and with a nursing Piety receives Strangers into his bosome , and fosters as her Relations . Here vanquish'd Gratitude submits , and being sensible that nothing can be return'd , unless the man himself , he retaliates the Patroness , like a Goddess , with a faithful Worshipper . Neither does that seem to me to be an ingenuous Ardour , which returns Benefits as it were Debts , and repays Gifts as if to quit Scores . He acts not piously but proudly , who unwillingly suffers himself to be overcome . This is , to refuse , to stop , and not to receive : this is with greater Pride than Gratitude , to boast particular Wealth , and a wonderful strife of Munificence . But in regard that Benefits seek nothing more beyond reception , he only knows to exercise Liberality in receiving , who candidly interprets , and returns nothing but a grateful Minde . Neither does he believe this to be the price of his own , but the pledge of another mans Liberality . These Benefits are the Darts of Cupid , which with a Golden Shaft inflict a faithful , but a splendid wound . Jupiter courts more powerfully in the shape of Gold , than under his gaudy Feathers , or in his own divine Form. For the Idioms of Presents are understood by all ; but the Characters of Majesty and Dignity , and the perswasions of a Rhetorical Pen , are discernible to few . May not I affirm ▪ that from this Humanity of a facile Minde , proceeds that Commiseration , which softens the Breast like Wax , and causes it to receive any impression ? May I not say , that from this amplitude of Minde , that proud Benignity springs , which while it seeks the place of Munificence , extremely loves the miserable , and loathes the fortunate ? May I not believe that hence proceeds that generous Haughtiness , which shews more Kindness to bended Knees and downcast Looks , than the Embraces of the Happy ; and loves with that magnificent condition , not to be belov'd again ? And here we must confess the wonderful Amours which are darted from the whole body , where Vertue shews it self ; where Candor of Minde tempers the Blood with Milk ; where a liberal Countenance as it were entertains the Beholders ; and the glances of the Eyes are gather'd like scatter'd Coyns ; where thou maist observe the dictates of a prudent Lip , and draw from thence certain tacite consultations of Wisdom ; where you may observe reduc'd to a certain Law , by the ballance of Justice , the strength and vigour of our Arteries , as well as of our Inclinations ; and maist as it were handle with thine eyes the enliven'd System of Ethics ; where when thou hast beheld the transparent Members , like Gems fix'd to the members for Ornament as well as Service , then beholding the rammass'd strength of Beauty , thou shalt cry out , Here , Vulcan , here ; come bring away thy Nets , we have once more here taken Mars in Copulation with Venus . O most admirable Form ! worthy the Empire of more than one Sphere . We give thanks to Jupiter , that he hath not envy'd so much Beauty to the world . The sight of this Form , more powerful than Orpheus's Lyre , is sufficient to tame wilde Beasts and Philosophers . This Splendor , more pleasant than the Light itself , deserves , instead of Phoebus Rays , not only to try the births of Eagles , but of Men : One would swear that Souls , like falling Stars , had flow'd from Heaven , while we admire the glittering Splendour of Beauty . These are the Darts of Cupid , tipt with the Light of Eyes brandishing flames , that sparkling burn and prick . Thus whatsoever is conspicuous , and to which we would be like , that snatches us to it self with the same ardency , with which we draw those things to our selves , to which we seem to be like . We give and ask pardon of this Madness , through which , as Men , we act as Boys , and covet the representations of our Looking-glasses to kiss and embrace . 'T is not the Fate of one Narcissus , but of all Mankinde , to be in love with their own Shadows . This Covetousness is to be indulg'd us , whereby we feed upon our like ; it being the Law of Mindes to be nourish'd with their like . Wherefore I do not so much admire the force of Custome , which reconciles us not only to Bodies , but to Places themselves , and inanimate trifles . Thus Familiarity , without which , though present , we are but Pilgrims , gives this efficacy to Custome , to form natural and proper Manners , and to fit the Minde to the Minde , that we may converse more sweetly and freely with another , than with our selves . 'T is a Hell upon earth , not a Society , for fear of displeasing , to set our faces in the Looking-glass , in respect to the Visit ; to weigh our words like Gold , before we speak 'em ; and to be put to behave our selves , as at a publick Assembly , with premeditated Gestures . But why do I recount those agreeable species , slightly painted in our Minds , either by Art , or Nature , or by Custome ? When Love has fix'd a living Image in our breasts of all these things , by whose power they move and act . It was well provided for Lovers , that it is lawful to Love the unwilling . There is no need of requiring returns and the debt of Loving . If it move nothing that thou art her Image and her Slave , that thou hast lost thy Life and Liberty for her sake ; if the Crime of Impiety and Homicide terrifie nothing ; yet necessity of Nature kindles Love out of Love , and Flame out of Flame . Yet Nature would not indulge that power to love , to dissemble , or otherwise to burn , than as a painted fire . For let the Countenance or Gestures counterfeit never so much , Dissimulation will betray it self , either out of an over-studious emulation of imitating , or by reason of its own sloath . If yet thou wilt not acknowledge Love to be the price of Man , that thou maist admit him under the notion of Profit , know that he comprehends in himself all the benefits which he does , or is able to do , and all above our wishes ; without whom I would attribute the Benefits themselves to Chance and Fate , not to Man ; and shall account them rather as things found , than accepted . By vertue of which Gift , the Poor is Liberal , while he gives nothing , but liberally wishes . Than which , the Gods neither ask , nor bestow any thing greater upon Mortals . Surely the potent Philter is this , beyond all the power of Herbs and Flowers ; Love , if thou wilt be beloved . But as it is an uncomely thing to ask or give a reason of Love , so is that Love most worthy which springs , like some Flowers , without the help of seed ; and has this property of Eternity , to exist without a Cause ; and like the Heavens , to be mov'd by an unseen Intelligence . This is that which we acknowledge to be all Love by Nature : That Similitude , which partly manifest , but chiefly occult , which we call Sympathy . From whence without Propinquity or Custome the near and familiar Soul adheres to the Soul , as plain Bodies adhere to plain Bodies , only by the glew of Aptitude , never to be separated . Nature seems to produce Twin-like Minds , as to assigne companions for Minds , like Shades and Genius's to Bodies . Hence , contrary to the Wills of their Nativities , Men undergo the same Fates , and are born Twins . Most happy pair of Lovers ! more noble sight than that of the Gladiators , where the whole strife in the duel of Liberality is carried on by good Offices . In this one thing disagreeing Passions shew themselves , while both sollicitous for one another , exercise their Hatred and their Fears ; both , endued with each others Choler , discern and judge the same things , the one as the other ; both touch'd with the same Magnet , turn themselves the same way , tend and close the same way . The one puts on the Countenance of the other , and represents it more faithfully than the Mirrour : The one imitates the Inclinations of the other , more than a Parasite ; to the end he may be like his other self , yet not himself . While I was stammering out these imperfect Notions , Cupid in disdain snatch'd the Pen out of my Hand , and flew away . FINIS .