SHARP. That's because he always sets out in foul weather, loves to
buffet with the winds, meet the tide, and sail in the teeth of
opposition.

HEART. What! Has he not dropt anchor at Araminta?

BELL. Truth on't is she fits his temper best, is a kind of
floating island; sometimes seems in reach, then vanishes and keeps
him busied in the search.

SHARP. She had need have a good share of sense to manage so
capricious a lover.

BELL. Faith I don't know, he's of a temper the most easy to
himself in the world; he takes as much always of an amour as he
cares for, and quits it when it grows stale or unpleasant.

SHARP. An argument of very little passion, very good
understanding, and very ill nature.

HEART. And proves that Vainlove plays the fool with discretion.

SHARP. You, Bellmour, are bound in gratitude to stickle for him;
you with pleasure reap that fruit, which he takes pains to sow: he
does the drudgery in the mine, and you stamp your image on the
gold.

BELL. He's of another opinion, and says I do the drudgery in the
mine. Well, we have each our share of sport, and each that which
he likes best; 'tis his diversion to set, 'tis mine to cover the