own making, who are all ridiculous in a manner:  your Good-man, I presume, can’t exert himself.  As Men who cannot raise their Fortunes, and are uneasy under the Incapacity of shining in Courts, rail at Ambition; so do [awkard [1]] and insipid Women, who cannot warm the Hearts and charm the Eyes of Men, rail at Affectation:  But she that has the Joy of seeing a Man’s Heart leap into his Eyes at beholding her, is in no Pain for want of Esteem among a Crew of that Part of her own Sex, who have no Spirit but that of Envy, and no Language but that of Malice.  I do not in this, I hope, express my self insensible of the Merit of Leodacia, who lowers her Beauty to all but her Husband, and never spreads her Charms but to gladden him who has a Right in them:  I say, I do Honour to those who can be Coquets, and are not such; but I despise all who would be so, and in Despair of arriving at it themselves, hate and vilify all those who can.  But, be that as it will, in Answer to your Desire of knowing my History:  One of my chief present Pleasures is in Country-Dances:  and, in Obedience to me, as well as the Pleasure of coming up to me with a good Grace, shewing themselves in their Address to others in my Presence, and the like Opportunities, they are all Proficients that Way:  And I had the Happiness of being the other Night where we made six Couple, and every Woman’s Partner a profess’d Lover of mine.  The wildest Imagination cannot form to it self on any Occasion, higher Delight than I acknowledge my self to have been in all that Evening.  I chose out of my Admirers a Set of Men who most love me, and gave them Partners of such of my own Sex who most envy’d me.

“My way is, when any Man who is my Admirer pretends to give himself Airs of Merit, as at this Time a certain Gentleman you know did, to mortify him by favouring in his Presence the most insignificant Creature I can find.  At this Ball I was led into the Company by pretty Mr. Fanfly, who, you know, is the most obsequious, well-shaped, well-bred Woman’s Man in Town.  I at first Entrance declared him my Partner if I danced at all; which put the whole Assembly into a Grin, as forming no Terrours from such a Rival.  But we had not been long in the Room, before I overheard the meritorious Gentleman above-mention’d say with an Oath, There is no Raillery in the Thing, she certainly loves the Puppy.  My Gentleman, when we were dancing, took an Occasion to be very soft in his Oglings upon a Lady he danced with, and whom he knew of all Women I love most to outshine.  The Contest began who should plague the other most.  I, who do not care a Farthing for him, had no hard Task to out-vex him.  I made Fanfly, with a very little Encouragement, cut Capers Coupee, and then sink with all the Air and Tenderness imaginable.  When he perform’d this, I observed the Gentleman you know of fall into the same way, and imitate as well as he could the despised Fanfly.