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.