A CHOLERIC MAN

Is one that stands for madman, and has as many voices as another. If he

miss he has very hard dealing; for if he can but come to a fair polling

of his fits against his intervals, he is sure to carry it. No doubt it

would be a singular advantage to him; for, as his present condition

stands, he has more full moons in a week than a lunatic has in a year.

His passion is like tinder, soon set on fire and as soon out again. The

smallest occasion imaginable puts him in his fit, and then he has no

respect of persons, strikes up the heels of stools and chairs, tears

cards limbmeal without regard of age, sex, or quality, and breaks the

bones of dice, and makes them a dreadful example to deter others from

daring to take part against him. He is guilty but of misprision of

madness, and if the worst come to the worst, can but forfeit estate and

suffer perpetual liberty to say what he pleases. 'Tis true he is but a

candidate of Bedlam, and is not yet admitted fellow, but has the license

of the College to practise, and in time will not fail to come in

according to his seniority. He has his grace for madman, and has done

his exercises, and nothing but his good manners can put him by his

degree. He is, like a foul chimney, easily set on fire, and then he

vapours and flashes as if he would burn the house, but is presently put

out with a greater huff, and the mere noise of a pistol reduces him to a

quiet and peaceable temper. His temper is, like that of a meteor, an

imperfect mixture, that sparkles and flashes until it has spent itself.

All his parts are irascible, and his gall is too big for his liver. His

spleen makes others laugh at him, and as soon as his anger is over with

others he begins to be angry with himself and sorry. He is sick of a

preposterous ague, and has his hot fit always before his cold. The more

violent his passion is the sooner it is out, like a running knot, that

strains hardest, but is easiest loosed. He is never very passionate but

for trifles, and is always most temperate where he has least cause, like

a nettle that stings worst when it is touched with soft and gentle

fingers, but when it is bruised with rugged, hardened hands returns no

harm at all.

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