Will. Honeycomb
, who disguises his present Decay by visiting the Wenches of the Town only by Way of Humour, told us, that the last rainy Night he with Sir
Roger De Coverly
was driven into the Temple Cloister, whither had escaped also a Lady most exactly dressed from Head to Foot.
Will
, made no Scruple to acquaint us, that she saluted him very familiarly by his Name, and turning immediately to the Knight, she said, she supposed that was his good Friend, Sir
Roger De Coverly
: Upon which nothing less could follow than Sir
Roger's
Approach to Salutation, with,