If in thy tale thou hammering stand,
or coughing twixt thy words,
It doth betoken a liers smell,
that’s all that it affords.
To belch or bulch like Clitipho,
whom Terence setteth forth,
Commendeth manners to be base,
most foule and nothing worth.
If thou to vomit be constrain’d,
avoyd from company: