are a better bred Cavalier than to refuse to go to Bed to two Ladies, that desire it of you.  After having stood a Fit of Laughter, I begged them to uncase me, and do with me what they pleased.  No, no, said they, we like you very well as you are; and upon that ordered me to be carried to one of their Houses, and put to Bed in all my Swaddles.  The Room was lighted up on all Sides:  and I was laid very decently between a [Pair [4]] of Sheets, with my Head (which was indeed the only Part I could move) upon a very high Pillow:  This was no sooner done, but my two Female Friends came into Bed to me in their finest Night-Clothes.  You may easily guess at the Condition of a Man that saw a Couple of the most beautiful Women in the World undrest and abed with him, without being able to stir Hand or Foot.  I begged them to release me, and struggled all I could to get loose, which I did with so much Violence, that about Midnight they both leaped out of the Bed, crying out they were undone.  But seeing me safe, they took their Posts again, and renewed their Raillery.  Finding all my Prayers and Endeavours were lost, I composed my self as well as I could, and told them, that if they would not unbind me, I would fall asleep between them, and by that means disgrace them for ever:  But alas! this was impossible; could I have been disposed to it, they would have prevented me by several little ill-natured Caresses and Endearments which they bestowed upon me.  As much devoted as I am to Womankind, I would not pass such another Night to be Master of the whole Sex.  My Reader will doubtless be curious to know what became of me the next Morning:  Why truly my Bed-fellows left me about an Hour before Day, and told me, if I would be good and lie still, they would send somebody to take me up as soon as it was time for me to rise:  Accordingly about Nine a Clock in the Morning an old Woman came to un-swathe me.  I bore all this very patiently, being resolved to take my Revenge of my Tormentors, and to keep no Measures with them as soon as I was at Liberty; but upon asking my old Woman what was become of the two Ladies, she told me she believed they were by that Time within Sight of Paris, for that they went away in a Coach and six before five a clock in the Morning.

L.

[Footnote 1:  Plato’s doctrine of the soul and of its destiny is to be found at the close of his ‘Republic’; also near the close of the ‘Phaedon’, in a passage of the ‘Philebus’, and in another of the ‘Gorgias’.  In Sec. 131 of the ‘Phaedon’ is the passage here especially referred to; which was the basis also of lines 461-475 of Milton’s ‘Comus’.  The last of our own Platonists was Henry More, one of whose books Addison quoted four essays back (in No. 86), and who died only four and twenty years before these essays were written, after a long contest in prose and verse, against besotting or obnubilating the soul with ‘the foul steam of earthly life.’]