Heart.  This, says my Interpreter, is the Heart of Dick Gloomy, who never thirsted after any thing but Money.  Notwithstanding all his Endeavours, he is still poor.  This has flung him into a most deplorable State of Melancholy and Despair.  He is a Composition of Envy and Idleness, hates Mankind, but gives them their Revenge by being more uneasie to himself, than to any one else.

’The Phial I looked upon next contained a large fair Heart, which beat very strongly.  The Fomes or Spot in it was exceeding small; but I could not help observing, that which way soever I turned the Phial it always appeared uppermost and in the strongest Point of Light.  The Heart you are examining, says my Companion, belongs to Will.  Worthy.  He has, indeed, a most noble Soul, and is possessed of a thousand good Qualities.  The Speck which you discover is Vanity.

’Here, says the Angel, is the Heart of Freelove, your intimate Friend. Freelove and I, said I, are at present very cold to one another, and I do not care for looking on the Heart of a Man, which I fear is overcast with Rancour.  My Teacher commanded me to look upon it; I did so, and to my unspeakable Surprize, found that a small swelling Spot, which I at first took to be Ill-Will towards me, was only Passion, and that upon my nearer Inspection it wholly disappeared; upon which the Phantome told me Freelove was one of the best-natured Men alive.

’This, says my Teacher, is a Female Heart of your Acquaintance.  I found the Fomes in it of the largest Size, and of a hundred different Colours, which were still varying every Moment.  Upon my asking to whom it belonged, I was informed that it was the Heart of Coquetilla.

’I set it down, and drew out another, in which I took the Fomes at first Sight to be very small, but was amazed to find, that as I looked stedfastly upon it, it grew still larger.  It was the Heart of Melissa, a noted Prude who lives the next Door to me.

’I show you this, says the Phantome, because it is indeed a Rarity, and you have the Happiness to know the Person to whom it belongs.  He then put into my Hands a large Chrystal Glass, that enclosed an Heart, in which, though I examined it with the utmost Nicety, I could not perceive any Blemish.  I made no Scruple to affirm that it must be the Heart of Seraphina, and was glad, but not surprized, to find that it was so.  She is, indeed, continued my Guide, the Ornament, as well as the Envy, of her Sex; at these last Words, he pointed to the Hearts of several of her Female Acquaintance which lay in different Phials, and had very large Spots in them, all of a deep Blue.  You are not to wonder, says he, that you see no Spot in an Heart, whose Innocence has been Proof against all the Corruptions of a depraved Age.  If it has any Blemish, it is too small to be discovered