But deeds, and language, such as men do use,
And persons, such as comedy would chuse;
When she would shew an image of the times,
And sport with human follies, not with crimes;
Except we make them such, by loving still
Our popular errors, as you'll all confess,
By laughing at them, they deserve no less:
Which when you heartily do, there's hope left, then
You, that have so graced monsters, may like men.
In "Every Man Out of his Humour," the same sneer is directed against the same quarter: