D. Thou ar't a filly empty Dog, fays the D — ,

and if there is fuch a place as a Hell, tho' I be lieve nothing of it, 'tis a place for fools, fuch as thou art.
Gr. I wonder then, what Heaven the great wits go to, fuch as my Lord Duke > I don't care to go there, let it be where it will > they are a tirefome kind of people, there's no bearing them, they'll make a Hell wherever they come.