Neverout. Miss, will you reach me that Glass of Jelly?
Miss [giving it to him.] You see, ’tis but ask and have.
Neverout. Miss, I would have a bigger Glass.
Miss. What! you don’t know your own Mind; you are neither well, full nor fasting; I think that is enough.
Neverout. Ay, one of the Enough’s; I am sure it is little enough.
Miss. Yes; but you know, sweet Things are bad for the Teeth.
Neverout [to Lady Answ.] Madam, I don’t like that Part of the Veal you sent me.
Lady Answ. Well, Mr. Neverout, I find you are a true Englishman; you never know when you are well.
Col. Well, I have made my whole Dinner of Beef.
Lady Answ. Why, Colonel, a Belly-full’s a Belly-full, if it be but of Wheat-straw.