Pas. One that ne'er tasted Caveare.
Bas. Nor knows the smack of dear Anchovis.
Pas. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Bas. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.
Pas. A gigling waiting wench for me,
That shews her teeth how white they be.
Bas. A thing not fit for gravity,
For theirs are foul, and hardly three.
Pas. Ha, ha, ha.
Pas. Democritus, thou antient Fleerer,
How I miss thy laugh, and ha' since.
Bas. There you nam'd the famous Jeerer,
That ever jeer'd in Rome, or Athens.