how the Slut dances a Minuet on the Grass before him: Let me die, but she is silly enough to think her Airs become her in my Love's Eyes._ At length she resolved to punish her Rivals. One Heifer she ordered barbarously to be yoked to the Plough; another she condemned to be sacrificed, and held the Entrails of the poor Victim in her Hand with all the insulting Triumph of a Rival: _Now_, says she, having the Entrails in her Hand, _now go and make yourself agreeable to my Dear_. At one time she wishes to be _Europa_[34], at another _Io_: for one of these was herself the Wife of a Bull, and the other made her Horse of one. Filled with these Thoughts, she contrived the strangest Method of compleating her Desires. She sent for a Joiner of great Ingenuity, and ordered him to make her a large Cow of Wood. Into this she conveyed herself, and thus deceived Master Bull into her Embraces. She conceived by this monstrous Coition, and brought forth an Offspring, which by his partaking equally of the human and taurine Form, betrayed her horrid Passion. If the _Cretan_ Lady[35] had abstained from the Love of _Thyestes_, (O! how Women disdain Constancy to their Husbands!) the Sun had not stopt in the middle of his Career, and turned about his Face to the East, that he might avoid the bloody Banquet. God be praised! the Cuckolds of our Age are not so bloody in their Revenge. The Daughter of _Nisus_[36], who stole her Papa's Hair, feeds hungry Dogs in those Parts which first set her a longing for _Minos_. _Agamemnon_, after returning safe from so many bloody Campaigns, and from the dangerous Seas which he crossed, fell at last a dreadful Victim to the Whore his Wife[37]. Who hath not wept at the sad Story of _Creüsa_? consumed by the Flames of a Sorceress, who afterwards drenched her Hands in the Blood of her own Children[38]. _Phoenix_[39], the Son of _Amyntor_, hath often paid many a Tear for his Amours, though he had not the wretched Fate of _Hippolytus_[40], to be torn in pieces by wild Horses. And thou, O _Phineus_[41]! why dost thou indulge that Jade _Harpalice_ by digging out the Eyes of thy Children? Believe me, Divine Vengeance will hereafter inflict the same Punishment on thyself. All these have been the Effects of Women's raging Desires, which are so much more violent and mad than ours. Come on then, and doubt not the Conquest of any Girl whatever: there is not one in a thousand who will deny you. And even those who will deny you, love to be put to the Question; if you are disappointed therefore, your Repulse will be attended with no Danger. But why should you apprehend any Disappointment, when every new Amour pleases them, and they all hanker after the Lovers and Husbands of other Women? This I am afraid is too natural in all things. The Corn in our Neighbour's Field seems always to flourish beyond our own, and we think our own Cow gives less Milk than his.