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even the Dogs themselves, though they are their Terror at another time, except it be the whole Pack together, will not meddle with them if they can help it.
Naturalists tell us, that the Blood of the Creature at that time, is boiling hot; and though it be not in a Fever, which, they say, in a Dog is Madness; or in Cats, and some other Creatures, because it does not lie in the Head, as it does in Dogs, and such other Creatures as are subject to Madness, yet that the Spirits are in as high a ferment in these, as those are.
Be that as it will, 'tis certain this is the Work of Nature, not a Disease upon Nature; and when the End, which is Generation and Propagation of the Kind, is answered; when the Season is over, the Creature returns to its natural calm and quiet; to a Disposition familiar and domestick; will come up to the Keeper, feed out of his hand, and be as tame again as before.
This fury of the Blood, however raging in the Buck, I say abates with the Season, and he returns to be the same gentle pleasant Creature he was before. But it is not so with the Man; when the fury of his Appetite, prompted by the youth of his Spirit, rises to a highth a little more than common, it continues there; 'tis not slacked by the Evacuations natural to the Case, but he continues a Madman still, and knows no Bounds.
In vain is Reason given him, and intended by the Giver to be the guide and the governer of his Life; to be his Director, and to command his Passions and Affections; his Appetite getting once the government, like a hard-mouth'd
