Polite Conversation in Three Dialogues

by Jonathan Swift

Neverout. Miss, the Weather is so hot, that my Butter melts on my Bread.

Lady Answ. Why, Butter, I’ve heard ’em say, is mad twice a Year.

Ld. Sparkish. [to the Maid.] Mrs. Betty, how does your Body Politick?

Col. Fie, my Lord; you’ll make Mrs. Betty blush.

Lady Smart. Blush! ay, blush like a blue Dog.

Neverout. Pray, Mrs. Betty, Are not you Tom Johnson’s Daughter?

Betty. So my Mother tells me, Sir.

Ld. Sparkish. But, Mrs. Betty, I hear you are in Love.

Betty. My Lord, I thank God, I hate nobody; I am in Charity with all the World.