, what Sunshine would your Day of
Sight have, if ever you should see?' 'I fear those Stars you talk of,'
said _Belvira_, 'have some Influence on you, and by the Compass you sail
by now, I guess you are steering to my Cousin. She is indeed charming
enough to have been another Offspring of bright _Venus_, Blind like her
Brother _Cupid_.' 'That _Cupid_,' reply'd _Celesia_, 'I am afraid has
shot me, for methinks I would not have you marry _Frankwit_, but rather
live as you do without the last Enjoyment, for methinks if he were
marry'd, he would be more out of Sight than he already is.' 'Ah, Madam,'
return'd _Frankwit_, 'Love is no Camelion, it cannot feed on Air alone.'
'No but,' rejoyn'd _Celesia_, 'you Lovers that are not Blind like Love
it self, have am'rous Looks to feed on.' 'Ah! believe it,' said
_Belvira_, ''tis better, _Frankwit_, not to lose Paradice by too much
Knowledge; Marriage Enjoyments does but wake you from your sweet golden
Dreams: Pleasure is but a Dream, dear _Frankwit_, but a Dream, and to be
waken'd.' 'Ah! Dearest, but unkind _Belvira_,' answer'd _Frankwit_,
'sure there's no waking from Delight, in being lull'd on those soft
Breasts of thine.' 'Alas! (reply'd the Bride to be) it is that very
lulling wakes you; Women enjoy'd, are like Romances read, or Raree-shows
once seen, meer Tricks of the slight of Hand, which, when found out, you
only wonder at your selves for wondering so before at them. 'Tis
Expectation endears the Blessing; Heaven would not be Heaven, could we
tell what 'tis. When the Plot's out you have done with the Play, and
when the last Act's done, you see the Curtain drawn with great
indifferency.' 'O my _Belvira_', answered _Frankwit_, 'that Expectation
were indeed a Monster which Enjoyment could not satisfy: I should take
no pleasure,' he rejoin'd, 'running from Hill to Hill, like Children
chasing that Sun, which I could never catch.' 'O thou shalt have it
then, that Sun of Love,' reply'd _Belvira_, fir'd by this Complaint,
and gently rush'd into Arms, (rejoyn'd) so _Phoebus_ rushes radiant and
unsullied, into a gilded Cloud. 'Well then, my dear _Belvira_,' answered
_Frankwit_, 'be assured I shall be ever yours, as you are mine; fear not
you shall never draw Bills of Love upon me so fast, as I shall wait in
readiness to pay them; but now I talk of Bills, I must retire into
_Cambridgeshire_, where I have a small Concern as yet unmortgaged,
I will return thence with a Brace of thousand Poun