with which she is beheld, even by Lucippe’s own unthinking equipage, whose passions have long taken leave of their understandings.  But as charity is esteemed a conjunction of the good qualities necessary to a virtuous man, so love is the happy composition of all the accomplishments that make a fine gentleman.  The motive of a man’s life is seen in all his actions; and such as have the beauteous boy for their inspirer have a simplicity of behaviour, and a certain evenness of desire, which burns like the lamp of life in their bosoms; while they who are instigated by the satyr are ever tortured by jealousies of the object of their wishes; often desire what they scorn, and as often consciously and knowingly embrace where they are mutually indifferent.

Florio, the generous husband, and Limberham, the “kind keeper,"[468] are noted examples of the different effects which these desires produce in the mind.  Amanda, who is the wife of Florio, lives in the continual enjoyment of new instances of her husband’s friendship, and sees it the end of all his ambition to make her life one series of pleasure and satisfaction; and Amanda’s relish of the goods of life, is all that makes them pleasing to Florio:  they behave themselves to each other when present with a certain apparent benevolence, which transports above rapture; and they think of each other in absence with a confidence unknown to the highest friendship:  their satisfactions are doubled, their sorrows lessened by participation.  On the other hand, Corinna, who is the mistress of Limberham,[469] lives in constant torment:  her equipage is, an old woman, who was what Corinna is now; an antiquated footman, who was pimp to Limberham’s father; and a chambermaid, who is Limberham’s wench by fits, out of a principle of politics to make her jealous and watchful of Corinna.  Under this guard, and in this conversation, Corinna lives in state:  the furniture of her habitation, and her own gorgeous dress, make her the envy of all the strolling ladies in the town; but Corinna knows she herself is but part of Limberham’s household stuff, and is as capable of being disposed of elsewhere, as any other movable.  But while her keeper is persuaded by his spies, that no enemy has been within his doors since his last visit, no Persian prince was ever so magnificently bountiful:  a kind look or falling tear is worth a piece of brocade, a sigh is a jewel, and a smile is a cupboard of plate.  All this is shared between Corinna and her guard in his absence.  With this great economy and industry does the unhappy Limberham purchase the constant tortures of jealousy, the favour of spending his estate, and the opportunity of enriching one by whom he knows he is hated and despised.  These are the ordinary and common evils which attend keepers, and Corinna is a wench but of common size of wickedness.  Were you to know what passes under the roof where the fair Messalina reigns with her humble adorer!  Messalina is the professed