Tres mihi convivæ propè dissentire videntur,
Poscentes vario multùm diversa palato.
Er. Although as the Comedian says, So many Men, so many Minds, and every Man has his own Way; yet no Body can make me believe, there is more Variety in Mens Dispositions, than there is in their Palates: So that you can scarce find two that love the same Things. I have seen a great many, that can't bear so much as the Smell of Butter and Cheese: Some loath Flesh; one will not eat roast Meat, and another won't eat boil'd. There are many that prefer Water before Wine. And more than this, which you'll hardly believe; I have seen a Man who would neither eat Bread, nor drink Wine.
Ch. What did that poor Man live on?
Er. There was nothing else but what he could eat; Meat, Fish, Herbs and Fruit.
Ch. Would you have me believe you?
Er. Yes, if you will.
Ch. I will believe you; but upon this Condition, that you shall believe me when I tell a Lye.
Er. Well, I will do it, so that you lye modestly.
Ch. As if any Thing could be more impudent than your Lye.
Er. What would your Confidence say, if I should shew you the Man?