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, shrugs 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
They make bad premisses and worse Conclusion.