They are too lean and thin, their embraces brawn-fallen.
Give me the plump Venetian, fat and lusty,
That meets me soft and supple; smiles upon me,
As if a cup of full wine leap’d to kiss me,
These slight things I affect not.
Pinac: They are ill-built;
Pin-buttocked, like your dainty Barbaries,
And weak i’ the pasterns; they’ll endure no hardness.
Mirabel: There’s nothing good or handsome bred amongst us;
Till we are travell’d, and live abroad, we are coxcombs.