… return’d, in Country Scrapes, his All-a-mode Bows and Cringes, he would needs prevail with me to Dine with him at a Tavern hard by, with some Gentlemen of his Acquaintance, which I, being an utter Stranger in the Town, very readily Embrac’d. He enter’d the Tavern first, like a Young ’Squire attended with his Fathers Chaplin ; for a Black Coat and Band, are as great signs of … Prodigal, that he won’t wash his Hands in anything but Juice of Oranges and Hungary-Water , Dines every day at the Tavern , at the Play-House every Night, stirs no where without a Coach ; and has his Fencing-Master, Dancing-Master, …