To the unfortunate LEANDER.

_I am sorry that you had the Misfortune ever to see me, and the more for
that in vain I seek your Relief; it is not in my Power to forward either
your Happiness or my own, which I confess I should think compleat, if my
mercenary Father would consent to my Espousals; but it is so far from
this, that I am to see for the future, so that the Lilly you admire now
droops its Head, and the whole Vale's enclouded at my sorrowful Fate; I
would willingly accompany the Briar to the Mountains. Impute not to me
your approaching Calamities, which only increase with _Theodora'_s.
Think me no longer handsome, who have so many Imperfections to sully
those Trifles you call Beauties; No, range me with Deformity, since
other Ideas may increase your Pain. I desire you to forget me, of I am
oblig'd to endeavour not to remember you._

Your most disconsolate

Lover,

THEODORA.

Upon receipt of this Letter, _Leander_ quitted _Ferara_ with a Grief
inexpressible, but however had Resolution to finish his Journey to the
Place of his Nativity without self Violence, but soon after, resign'd a
miserable life.

I come now to the Story of _Amaryllis_. _Amaryllis_ was formerly deeply
in Love with a Gentleman of _France_, (she being originally of that
Kingdom) whose Name was _Sempronius_; his Person was stately and very
well proportion'd; his Face was ruddy and inclining to be large; his