in her Hand, and after she had said it was happy for her there was not so charming a Creature as
Dorimant
now living, she began with a Theatrical Air and Tone of Voice to Read, by way of Triumph over me, some of his Speeches.
'Tis she, that lovely Hair, that easy Shape, those wanton Eyes, and all those melting Charms about her Mouth, which
Medley
spoke of; I'll follow the Lottery, and put in for a Prize with my Friend
Bellair.
In Love the Victors from the Vanquish'd fly;
They fly that wound, and they pursue that dye,
Then turning over the Leaves, she reads alternately, and speaks,
And you and Loveit to her Cost shall find
I fathom all the Depths of Womankind.