That which Men do by Reason, Beasts do by Instinct. There’s No Living
without Food and Rest; and Nature appoints the Season, both for the One,
and for the Other. A _Dog_ Wakes to his Dinner, as a Man that’s to Travel
next day, does for his Journey, and his Bus’ness. He lies down to Sleep
with the Hour in’s Head, and when the Time comes, he needs neither Clock
nor Cock to call him. Custom puts Nature into a Method of Expecting, and
Attending all the Offices of Life at such and such Certain Hours and
Seasons, as we are us’d to: And there needed no more then This, to make
the _Master’s Dining Time_, the _Dog’s Waking Time_.