Note 432 — Part II—The Worldlings (continued 2)
Henri Van Laun translation
"Who'd be that sordid foolish thing called man, To cringe thus, fawn, and flatter for a pleasure, Which beasts enjoy so very much above him? The lusty bull ranges thro' all the field, And from the herd singling his female out, Enjoys her, and abandons her at will. It shall be so, I'll yet possess my love, Wait on, and watch her loose unguarded hours: Then, when her roving thoughts have been abroad, And brought in wanton wishes to her heart; I' th' very minute when her virtue nods, I'll rush upon her in a storm of love, Beat down her guard of honour all before me, Surfeit on joys, till ev'n desire grew sick; Then by long absence liberty regain. And quite forget the pleasure and the pain."—"The Orphan," I, 1.
It is impossible to see together more moral roguery and literary correctness.