into Disorder; as one may guess by a never-failing and horrid Stiffness
in his Neck; and if he had any Occasion to look aside, his whole Body
turns at the same Time, for Fear the Motion of the Head alone should
incommode the Cravat or Periwig: And sometimes the Glove is well
manag'd, and the white Hand display'd. Thus, with a thousand other
little Motions and Formalities, all in the common Place or Road of
Foppery, he takes infinite Pains to shew himself to the Pit and Boxes,
a most accomplish'd Ass. This is he, of all human Kind, on whom Love can
do no Miracles, and who can no where, and upon no Occasion, quit one
Grain of his refin'd Foppery, unless in a Duel, or a Battle, if ever his
Stars should be so severe and ill-manner'd, to reduce him to the
Necessity of either: Fear then would ruffle that fine Form he had so
long preserv'd in nicest Order, with Grief considering, that an unlucky
Chance-wound in his Face, if such a dire Misfortune should befal him,
would spoil the Sale of it for ever.

Perhaps it will be urg'd, that since no Metamorphosis can be made in a
Fop by Love, you must consider him one of those that only talks of Love,
and thinks himself that happy Thing, a Lover; and wanting fine Sense
enough for the real Passion, believes what he feels to be it. There are
in the Quiver of the God a great many different Darts; some that wound
for a Day, and others for a Year; they are all fine, painted, glittering
Darts, and shew as well as those made of the noblest Metal; but the
Wounds they make reach the Desire only, and are cur'd by possessing,
while the short-liv'd Passion betrays the Cheat. But 'tis that refin'd
and illustrious Passion of the Soul, whose Aim is Virtue, and whose end
is Honour, that has the Power of changing Nature, and is capable of
performing all those heroick Things, of which History is full.

How far distant Passions may be from one another, I shall be able to
make appear in these following Rules. I'll prove to you the strong
Effects of Love in some unguarded and ungovern'd Hearts; where it rages
beyond the Inspirations of _a God all soft and gentle_, and reigns more
like _a Fury from Hell_.

I do not pretend here to entertain you with a feign'd Story, or any
Thing piec'd together with romantick Accidents; but every Circumstance,
to a Tittle, is Truth. To a great Part of the Main I myself was an
Eye-witness; and what I did not see, I was confirm'd of by Actors in the
Intrigue, Holy Men, of t