It is monstrous that the Shame and Confusion in which this good-natured angry Man must needs behold his Friends while he thus lays about him, does not give him so much Reflection as to create an Amendment.  This is the most scandalous Disuse of Reason imaginable; all the harmless Part of him is no more than that of a Bull-Dog, they are tame no longer than they are not offended.  One of these good-natured angry Men shall, in an Instant, assemble together so many Allusions to secret Circumstances, as are enough to dissolve the Peace of all the Families and Friends he is acquainted with, in a Quarter of an Hour, and yet the next Moment be the best-natured Man in the whole World.  If you would see Passion in its Purity, without Mixture of Reason, behold it represented in a mad Hero, drawn by a mad Poet. Nat Lee makes his Alexander say thus: 

  ’Away, begon, and give a Whirlwind Room,
  Or I will blow you up like Dust!  Avaunt;
  Madness but meanly represents my Toil. 
  Eternal Discord! 
  Fury!  Revenge!  Disdain and Indignation! 
  Tear my swoln Breast, make way for Fire and Tempest. 
  My Brain is burst, Debate and Reason quench’d;
  The Storm is up, and my hot bleeding Heart
  Splits with the Rack, while Passions, like the Wind,
  Rise up to Heav’n, and put out all the Stars.’

Every passionate Fellow in Town talks half the Day with as little Consistency, and threatens Things as much out of his Power.

The next disagreeable Person to the outrageous Gentleman, is one of a much lower Order of Anger, and he is what we commonly call a peevish Fellow.  A peevish Fellow is one who has some Reason in himself for being out of Humour, or has a natural Incapacity for Delight, and therefore disturbs all who are happier than himself with Pishes and Pshaws, or other well-bred Interjections, at every thing that is said or done in his Presence.  There should be Physick mixed in the Food of all which these Fellows eat in good Company.  This Degree of Anger passes, forsooth, for a Delicacy of Judgment, that won’t admit of being easily pleas’d:  but none above the Character of wearing a peevish Man’s Livery, ought to bear with his ill Manners.  All Things among Men of Sense and Condition should pass the Censure, and have the Protection, of the Eye of Reason.

No Man ought to be tolerated in an habitual Humour, Whim, or Particularity of Behaviour, by any who do not wait upon him for Bread.  Next to the peevish Fellow is the Snarler.  This Gentleman deals mightily in what we call the Irony, and as those sort of People exert themselves most against these below them, you see their Humour best, in their Talk to their Servants.  That is so like you, You are a fine Fellow, Thou art the quickest Head-piece, and the like.  One would think the Hectoring, the Storming, the Sullen, and all the different Species and Subordinations of the Angry should be cured, by knowing they live only as