mer thus: '_Frankwit_, I am afraid to venture the Matrimonial
Bondage, it may make you think your self too much confined, in being
only free to one.' 'Ah! my dear _Belvira_,' he replied, 'That one, like
_Manna_, has the Taste of all, why should I be displeased to be confined
to Paradice, when it was the Curse of our Forefathers to be set at
large, tho' they had the whole World to roam in: You have, my love,
ubiquitary Charms, and you are all in all, in every Part.' 'Ay, but,'
reply'd _Belvira_, 'we are all like Perfumes, and too continual Smelling
makes us seem to have lost our Sweets, I'll be judged by my Cousin
_Celesia_ here, if it be not better to live still in mutual Love,
without the last Enjoyment.' (I had forgot to tell my Reader that
_Celesia_ was an Heiress, the only Child of a rich _Turkey_ Merchant,
who, when he dyed, left her Fifty thousand Pound in Money, and some
Estate in Land; but, poor Creature, she was Blind to all these Riches,
having been born without the use of Sight, though in all other Respects
charming to a wonder.) 'Indeed,' says _Celesia_, (for she saw clearly in
her Mind) 'I admire you should ask my Judgment in such a Case, where I
have never had the least Experience; but I believe it is but a sickly
Soul which cannot nourish its Offspring of Desires without preying upon
the Body.' 'Believe me,' reply'd _Frankwit_, 'I bewail your want of
Sight, and I could almost wish you my own Eyes for a Moment, to view
your charming Cousin, where you would see such Beauties as are too
dazling to be long beheld; and if too daringly you gazed, you would feel
the Misfortune of the loss of Sight, much greater than the want of it:
And you would acknowledge, that in too presumptuously seeing, you would
be blinder then, than now unhappily you are.'

'Ah! I must confess,' reply'd _Belvira_, 'my poor, dear Cousin is Blind,
for I fancy she bears too great an Esteem for _Frankwit_, and only longs
for Sight to look on him.' 'Indeed,' reply'd _Celesia_, 'I would be glad
to see _Frankwit_, for I fancy he's as dazling, as he but now describ'd
his Mistress, and if I fancy I see him, sure I do see him, for Sight is
Fancy, is it not? or do you feel my Cousin with your Eyes?' 'This is
indeed, a charming Blindness,' reply'd _Frankwit_, 'and the fancy of
your Sight excels the certainty of ours. Strange! that there should be
such Glances even in blindness? You, fair Maid, require not Eyes to
conquer, if your Night has such Stars