Of a Talkative Lady.

SHe makes you wish, that either you were deaf or she were dumb; for there is no hearing her under pain of the Head-ach, and ringing in your Ears a fortnight after. She has an admirable art of Expanding Matter to such an airy thinness, as to make it nothing but words, and you would say she were a voice and nothing else; since it is onely a noise she makes, and the labor of her Tongue nor Brain; for she never considers what she says, and her Tongue moves with as great facility, as Leaves shaken by the Wind, or rather as Atomes in the Air; for it is quite unhung and depends neither on Nerve nor Imagination, but goes at random; and there is as much difference betwixt hers, and a voluble Tongue, as betwixt an excellent Vaulter, who moves by Art, and one who Artlesly pre∣cipitates himself. So as in fine, a Machin with as constant a motion as her Tongue, would be as good as a Purling Brook, or Bubbling Fountain to make you sleep; and she wants onely the faculty of talk∣ing in her sleep, to make the perpetual motion with her Tongue.