A certain great prince {126a} raised a mighty army, filled his coffers
with infinite treasures, provided an invincible fleet, and all this
without giving the least part of his design to his greatest ministers or
his nearest favourites. Immediately the whole world was alarmed, the
neighbouring crowns in trembling expectation towards what point the storm
would burst, the small politicians everywhere forming profound
conjectures. Some believed he had laid a scheme for universal monarchy;
others, after much insight, determined the matter to be a project for
pulling down the Pope and setting up the Reformed religion, which had
once been his own. Some again, of a deeper sagacity, sent him into Asia
to subdue the Turk and recover Palestine. In the midst of all these
projects and preparations, a certain state-surgeon {126b}, gathering the
nature of the disease by these symptoms, attempted the cure, at one blow
performed the operation, broke the bag and out flew the vapour; nor did
anything want to render it a complete remedy, only that the prince
unfortunately happened to die in the performance. Now is the reader
exceeding curious to learn from whence this vapour took its rise, which
had so long set the nations at a gaze? What secret wheel, what hidden
spring, could put into motion so wonderful an engine? It was afterwards
discovered that the movement of this whole machine had been directed by
an absent female, who was removed into an enemy’s country. What should
an unhappy prince do in such ticklish circumstances as these? He tried
in vain the poet’s never-failing receipt of _corpora quæque_, for
“Idque petit corpus mens unde est saucia amore;
Unde feritur, eo tendit, gestitque coire.”—_Lucr._
Having to no purpose used all peaceable endeavours, the collected part of
the semen, raised and inflamed, became adust, converted to choler, turned
head upon the spinal duct, and ascended to the brain. The very same
principle that influences a bully to break the windows of a woman who has
jilted him naturally stirs up a great prince to raise mighty armies and
dream of nothing but sieges, battles, and victories.
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