Rich. Flecknoe's ænigmatical characters being rather a new work, than new impression of the old.

Character 59. Of a young Enamourist

HAving left the School, and School-boyes Toyes, next Toy he gets is a Mistris, whom he courts with legs and faces, out of Ovid, or some of your modern Poets▪ and he talks of Phoebus and Cupid, and of so many Gods and Goddesses, as you'd take him for some Pagan never converted to Christianity. He sighs like a dry Pump, or broken winded Bellows; and to hear him, you••d never won∣der at Lapland Witches selling winde so cheap. There is nothing so cold, as to hear him talk of Flames▪ nor so dull, as to hear him talk of Cupids darts; and you'd forswear Love, to hear but how he makes it. Mean time, his Mistris lets him know, that 'tis in Love as 'tis in War, which declar'd once, y'are to expect nothing but Hostility; and knows 'tis with Lovers, as 'tis with Anglers, who feed fishes till they are caught; but caught once, feed on them; so 'tis long e're she bite at the bait, un∣less he be rich, and then she nibbles a little to

draw him on, else she jears him to death, as they Rhyme Rats in Ireland, and he dyes a Quaker in Love at last, (of all Sects the most ridiculous) the subject of some lamentable Bal∣lad, that tells you how he is gone to the Elizi∣an Fields, when'tis onely by Moor Fields, (per∣haps) where they are buried amongst the mad men and Quakers, and there's an end of them.