The Life and Conversation of some Men is so Brutal, as if they had only
the Shape, without the Faculties of Reasonable Creatures. What’s He
better then the _Boar_ in This Fable now, that Abandons himself wholly
to his Appetites, and Pleasures; and after so many Repeated _Poxes_, and
Qualms, One upon the Neck of Another, _Drinks_ and _Whores_ on still,
in Despite of all Punishments, and Warnings. The _Boar_’s Intemperance,
and the Note upon him afterwards, on the Cutting of him up, that he had
no Brains in’s Head, may be Moraliz’d into the Figure of a Sensual Man,
that has neither Grace nor Knowledge, but runs headlong on to his Ruine,
without either Consideration, or Conscience.