Observation 11. Pag. 13.
Lin. 8. But me thinks Nature complains of a pro∣stitution, &c. Did not I tell you so before, that Phi∣lalethes was a pander? and now he is convinced in his own conscience and confesses the crime, and his eares ring with the clamours and complaints of Madam Na∣ture, whom he has so lewdly prostituted. Sad Melan∣cholist! thou art affrighted into the confession of crimes that thou art not onely not guilty of, but canst not be guilty of if thou wouldst. Is there never a one of our Citie Divines at leasure to comfort him and compose him? I tell thee, Madam Nature is a far more chast and discreet Lady, then to lie obnoxious to thy prostitutions. These are nothing but some unchast dreams of thy prurient and polluted fancie. I dare quit thee of this fact, Philalethes! I warrant thee, Thou hast not laid Madam Nature so naked as thou supposest, onely thou hast, I am afraid, dream'd un∣cleanly, and so hast polluted so many sheets of paper with thy Nocturnall Conundrums, which have nei∣ther life, sense, nor shape, head nor foot, that I can find in them.