Were both too short to serve their loose Delight?
See how their curved Bodies wreath, and skrue
Such Antick shapes as Proteus never knew:
One rapps an Oath, another deals a Curse,
He never better bowl’d, this never worse;
One rubs his itchless Elbow, shruggs and laughs,
The t’other bends his beetle-brows, and chafes;
Sometimes they whoop, sometimes the Stygian Cryes,
Send their black Santo’s to the blushing Skies:
Thus mingling Humours in a mad Confusion