On the Clare-market and other Orators.
To wonder now at Balaam’s ass, is weak:
Is there a day that asses do not speak?
The Numskull.
You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come;
Knock as you please, there’s nobody at home.
Sylvia.
Sylvia makes a sad complaint she has lost her lover;
Why nothing strange I in that news discover.
Nay, then thou’rt dull; for here the wonder lies,