partridge.

HEART. And it should be mine to let 'em go again.

SHARP. Not till you had mouthed a little, George. I think that's
all thou art fit for now.

HEART. Good Mr. Young-Fellow, you're mistaken; as able as
yourself, and as nimble, too, though I mayn't have so much mercury
in my limbs; 'tis true, indeed, I don't force appetite, but wait
the natural call of my lust, and think it time enough to be lewd
after I have had the temptation.

BELL. Time enough, ay, too soon, I should rather have expected,
from a person of your gravity.

HEART. Yet it is oftentimes too late with some of you young,
termagant, flashy sinners--you have all the guilt of the intention,
and none of the pleasure of the practice--'tis true you are so
eager in pursuit of the temptation, that you save the devil the
trouble of leading you into it. Nor is it out of discretion that
you don't swallow that very hook yourselves have baited, but you
are cloyed with the preparative, and what you mean for a whet,
turns the edge of your puny stomachs. Your love is like your
courage, which you show for the first year or two upon all
occasions; till in a little time, being disabled or disarmed, you
abate of your vigour; and that daring blade which was so often
drawn, is bound to the peace for ever after.

BELL. Thou art an old fornicator of a singular good principle