Cred. I was drawn into't most unfortunately,
By filthy deboist company.
Wit. I, I, I.
'Tis even the spoil of all our youth in England.
What were they Gentlemen?
Cred. Faith so like some on 'em,
They were ev'n the worse agen.
Cred. Great Tobacco [swivers],
They would go near to rob with a pipe in their mouths.
Wit. What, no?
Cred. Faith leave it Cozen, because my Rascals use it.
Wit. So they do meat and drink, must worthy Gentlemen
Refrain their food for that? an honest man
May eat of the same Pig some Parson dines with,
A Lawyer and a fool feed of one Woodcock,
Yet one ne'er the simpler, t'other ne'er the wiser;
'Tis not meat, drink, or smoak, dish, cup, or pipe,
Co-operates to the making of a Knave,
'Tis the condition makes a slave, a slave,
There's London Philosophy for you; I tell you Cozen,
You cannot be too cautelous, nice, or dainty,
In your society here, especially
When you come raw from the University,
Before the World has hard'ned you a little,
For as a butter'd loaf is a Scholars breakfast there,
So a poach't Scholar is a cheaters dinner here,
I ha' known seven of 'em supt up at a Meale.
Cred. Why a poacht Scholar?
Wit. 'Cause he powres himself forth,
And all his secrets, at the first acquaintance,
Never so crafty to be eaten i'th' shell,
But is outstript of all he has at first,
And goes down glib, he's swallowed with sharp wit,
Stead of Wine Vinegar.