replete
with strong life, and sensible feeling!--If therefore people pretend to
mercy, let mercy go through all their actions. I have heard somewhere,
that a merciful man is merciful to his beast.

So much at present for those parts of thy letter in which thou urgest to
me motives of compassion for the lady.

But I guess at thy principal motive in this thy earnestness in behalf of
this charming creature. I know that thou correspondest with Lord M. who
is impatient, and has long been desirous to see me shackled. And thou
wantest to make a merit with the uncle, with a view to one of his nieces.
But knowest thou not, that my consent will be wanting to complete thy
wishes?--And what a commendation will it be of thee to such a girl as
Charlotte, when I shall acquaint her with the affront thou puttest upon
the whole sex, by asking, Whether I think my reward, when I have subdued
the most charming woman in the world, will be equal to my trouble?--
Which, thinkest thou, will a woman of spirit soonest forgive; the
undervaluing varlet who can put such a question; or him, who prefers the
pursuit and conquest of a fine woman to all the joys of life? Have I not
known even a virtuous woman, as she would be thought, vow everlasting
antipathy to a man who gave out that she was too old for him to attempt?
And did not Essex's personal reflection on Queen Elizabeth, that she was
old and crooked, contribute more to his ruin than his treason?

But another word or two, as to thy objection relating to my trouble and
reward.

Does not the keen fox-hunter endanger his neck and his bones in pursuit
of a vermin, which, when killed, is neither fit food for men nor dogs?

Do not the hunters of the noble game value the venison less than the
sport?

Why then should I be reflected upon, and the sex affronted, for my
patience and perseverance in the most noble of all chases; and for not
being a poacher in love, as thy question be made to imply?

Learn of thy master, for the future, to treat more respectfully a sex
that yields us our principal diversions and delights.

Proceed anon.

LETTER XVII

MR. LOVELACE
[IN CONTINUATION.]

Well sayest thou, that mine is the most plotting heart in the world.
Thou dost me honour; and I thank thee heartily. Thou art no bad judge.
How like Boileau's parson I strut behind my double chin! Am I not
obliged to deserve thy compliment? And wouldst thou have me repent of a
murder before I have comm