51. The same Gentleman as he had the Character of a great Punster, was desired one Night in Company, by a Gentleman, to make a _Pun extempore_, upon what Subject, said _Daniel_, the _King_, answered the other, the _King_, Sir, said he, is no _Subject_. 52. _G----s E----l_ who, tho' he is very rich, is remarkable for his sordid Covetousness, told _Cibber_ one Night, in the _Green Room_, that he was going out of Town, and was sorry to part with him, for faith _he loved him_, Ah! said _Colley_, I wish I was a Shilling for your sake, why so, said the other, because then, cry'd the Laureat, I should be sure _you loved me_. 53. Lord _C----by_ coming out of the House of Lords one Day, called out, where's my _Fellow_! Not in _England_, by G--d, said a Gentleman, who stood by. 54. A Beggar asking Alms under the Name of a poor Scholar, a Gentleman to whom he apply'd himself, ask'd him a Question in _Latin_, the Fellow, shaking his Head, said he did not understand him: Why, said the Gentleman, did you not say you were a _poor Scholar_? _Yes_, reply'd the other, _a poor one indeed, Sir, for I don't understand one Word of_ Latin. 55. Several Years ago when Mrs. _Rogers_ the Player, was young and handsome, Lord _North_, and _Grey_, remarkable for his homely Face, accosting her one Night behind the Scenes, ask'd her with a Sigh, what was a _Cure for Love_? Your _Lordship_, said she, the best I know in the World. 56. Colonel ----, who made the fine Fire-Works Works in St. _James's Square_, upon the Peace of _Reswick_, being in Company with some Ladies, was highly commending the Epitaph just then set up in the Abbey on Mr. _Purcel's_ Monument, He _is gone to that Place were only his own_ Harmony _can be exceeded_. Lord, Colonel, said one of the Ladies, the same Epitaph might serve for you, by altering one Word only: _He is gone to that Place, where only his own_ Fire-Works _can be exceeded_. 57. Poor _Joe Miller_ happening one Day to be caught by some of his Friends in a familiar Posture with a Cook Wench, almost as ugly as _Kate Cl--ve_, was very much rallied by them for the Oddness of his Fancy. Why look ye, said he, Gentleman, altho' I am not a very young Fellow, I have a good Constitution, and am not, I thank Heaven, reduced yet to _Beauty_ or _Brandy_ to whet my Appetite.