XXX + 

Of the few legitimate sons of Adam whose breasts never felt what the sting of love was,вБ†вАФ(maintaining first, all mysogynists to be bastards)вБ†вАФthe 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 namesвБ†вАФrecollect them I cannotвБ†вАФso be content to accept of these, for the present, in their stead.вБ†вЄї + 

There was the great king Aldrovandus, and Bosphorus, and Cappadocius, and Dardanus, and Pontus, and Asius,вБ†вЄЇвБ†to say nothing of the iron-hearted Charles the XII, whom the Countess of K***** herself could make nothing of.вБ†вЄЇвБ†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 goddessвБ†вЄЇвБ†The truth is, they had all of them something else to doвБ†вАФand so had my uncle TobyвБ†вАФtill FateвБ†вАФtill Fate I say, envying his name the glory of being handed down to posterity with AldrovandusвАЩs and the rest,вБ†вАФshe basely patched up the peace of Utrecht. + 

вЄЇвБ†Believe me, Sirs, вАЩtwas the worst deed she did that year. + 