Ld. Smart [interrupting him.] Pray, Sir John, did you ever hear of Parson Palmer?
Sir John. No, my Lord; what of him?
Ld. Smart. Why, he used to preach over his Liquor.
Sir John. I beg your Pardon; here’s your Lordship’s Health: I’d drink it up, if it were a Mile to the Bottom.
Lady Smart. Mr. Neverout, have you been at the new Play?
Neverout. Yes, Madam; I went the first Night.
Lady Smart. Well; and how did it take?
Neverout. Why, Madam, the Poet is damn’d.
Sir John. God forgive you! that’s very uncharitable: you ought not to judge so rashly of any Christian.