Scours o’er the Plain; regardless of her Young:

Demanding Rites of Love, she sternly stalks;

And hunts her Lover, in his lonely Walks.

’Tis then the shapeless Bear his Den forsakes;

In Woods and Fields a vast Destruction makes.

Boars whet their Tusks, to battle Tygers move,

Enrag’d with Hunger, more enrag’d with Love.

BUT all ludicrous Diversions apart! I proceed hence to a necessary Consequence of this Noble Natural PASSION; viz.

CHAP. V.
Of COPULATION.