Lady Smart. Mr. Neverout, do you love Pudden?
Neverout. Madam, I’m like all Fools, I love every thing that is good; but the Proof of the Pudden is in the Eating.
Col. Sir John, I hear you are a great Walker when you are at Home.
Sir John. No, faith, Colonel; I always love to walk with a Horse in my Hand: But I have had devilish bad Luck in Horse-flesh of late.
Ld. Smart. Why then, Sir John, you must kiss a Parson’s Wife.
Lady Smart. They say, Sir John, that your Lady has a great deal of Wit.
Sir John. Madam, she can make a Pudden; and has just Wit enough to know her Husband’s Breeches from another Man’s.
Lady Smart. My Lord Sparkish, I have some excellent Cyder, will you please to taste it?
Ld. Sparkish. My Lord, I should like it well enough, if it were not so treacherous.