But is your poet-born always tipsy with this liquor?
_John_.

He hath his stoopings and reposes; but his proper element is the sky, and in the suburbs of the empyrean.
3_rd Gent_.

Is your wine-intellectual so exquisite?
henceforth, I, a man of plain conceit, will, in all humility, content my mind with canaries.
4_th Gent_.

I am for a song or a catch.

When will the catches come on, the sweet wicked catches?
_John_.