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Chapter 73 Of the few legitimate sons of Adam whose breasts never felt what the sting of love was,(maintaining first, all mysogynists to be bastards,)the greatest heroes of ancient and modern story have carried off amongst them nine parts in ten of the honour; and I wish for their sakes I had the key of my study, out of my draw-well, only for five minutes, to tell you their namesrecollect them I cannotso be content to accept of these, for the present, in their stead. There was the great king Aldrovandus, and Bosphorus, and Cappadocius, and Dardanus, and Pontus, and Asius,to say nothing of the iron-hearted Charles the XIIth, whom the Countess of K..... herself could make nothing of.There was Babylonicus, and Mediterraneus, and Polixenes, and Persicus, and Prusicus, not one of whom (except Cappadocius and Pontus, who were both a little suspected) ever once bowed down his breast to the goddessThe truth is, they had all of them something else to doand so had my uncle Tobytill Fatetill Fate I say, envying his name the glory of being handed down to posterity with Aldrovanduss and the rest,she basely patched up the peace of Utrecht. Believe me, Sirs, twas the worst deed she did that year. |
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