This Drolling has too much Spirit, the Air of it is too free, and too handsomly turn'd for Lord _Foplingtons_ Character. I grant the _Relapser_ could not aford to lose these Sentences. The Scene would have suffer'd by the Omission. But then he should have contriv'd the matter so, as that they might, have been spoken by Young _Fashion_ in _Asides_, or by some other more proper Person. To go on. Miss _Hoyden_ sparkles too much in Conversation. The _Poet_ must needs give her a shining Line or two,[422] which serves only to make the rest of her dullness the more remarkable. Sir. _Tun-belly_ falls into the same Misfortune of a Wit, and rallies above the force of his Capacity.[423] But the place having a mixture of Profaness, I shall forbear to cite it. Now to what purpose should a Fools Coat be embroider'd? Finery in the wrong place is but expensive Ridiculousness. Besides, I don't perceive the _Relapser_ was in any Condition to be thus liberal. And when a _Poet_ is not overstock'd, to squander away his Wit among his _Block-heads_, is meer Distraction. His men of Sense will smart for this prodigality. _Lovelace_ in his discourse of _Friendship_, shall be the first Instance. _Friendship_ (says he) _is said to be a plant of tedious growth, its Root composed of tender_ Fibers, nice in their Tast, _&c._ By this Description the Palate of a _Fiber_, should be somewhat more _nice_ and distinguishing, then the _Poets_ Judgment. Let us examin some more of his Witty People. Young _Fashion_ fancies by _Misses_ forward Behaviour, she would have a whole _Kennel_ of _Beaux_ after her at _London_. And then _Hey to the Park, and the Play, and the Church, and the Devil_.[424] Here I conceive the ranging of the Period is amiss. For if he had put the _Play_, and the _Devil_ together, the Order of Nature, and the Air of Probability had been much better observ'd. Afterwards _Coupler_ being out of Breath in coming up stairs to _Fashion_, asks him _why the ---- canst thou not lodge upon the Ground-floor_?[425] _Y._ Fash. _Because I love to lye as near Heaven as I can._ One would think a Spark just come off his Travels, and had made the _Tour_ of _Italy_ and _France_, might have rallied with a better Grace! However if he lodg'd in a _Garret_, 'tis a good _Local_ jest. I had almost forgot one pretty remarkable Sentence of _Fashion_ to _Lory._[426] _I shall shew thee_ (says he) _the excess of my Passion by being very calm_. Now since this _Gentleman_ was in a vein of talking Philosophy to his Man, I'm sorry he broke of so quickly. Had he gone on and shown him the _Excess_ of a Storm and no Wind stirring, the Topick had been spent, and the Thought improv'd to the utmost.