None that has liv'd Well, dies Ill.
POMPILIUS, BRASSICANUS.
Po. Where have you been, with your Spatter-Lashes?
Br. At Tubinga.
Po. Is there no News there?
Br. I can't but admire, that the World should run so strangely a gadding after News. I heard a Camel preach at Lovain, that we should have nothing to do with any Thing that is new.
Po. Indeed, it is a Conceit fit for a Camel. That Man, (if he be a Man,) ought never to change his old Shoes, or his Shirt, and always to feed upon stale Eggs, and drink nothing but sour Wine.
Br. But for all this, you must know, the good Man does not love old Things so well, but that he had rather have his Porridge fresh than stale.
Po. No more of the Camel; but prithee tell me, what News have you?
Br. Nay, I have News in my Budget too; but News which he says is naught.