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(belch) Pox on you (belch) for a Fop,""your stomach too queazycannot I Belch and fart,
you Coxcomb to ease me, Fool. Derived from a hat, in the shape of
what if I let fly in your Face, a rooster's comb, worn by jesters. and shall please ye?" "Fogh, fogh, how sow'r he smells, now he's at it again, out ye Beast, I never met so nasty a man, I'm not able to bear it",
"What the Devil d'ye mean?
no less that a Ceasar Dr. Caesar was one of the company of catch-singers. decreed with great reason no restraint shou'd be laid on the Bum or the Weason, Esophagus. for Belching and farting were always in season."
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